Above my solitude, a gray dome
a length of thunder to the south
intercepted by a black ring 
of sky high pecan and cypress.

Absence carries thought
perpendicular to the slight rain,
linear veil of forgotten eyes,
down towards the invisible river.

A tribal chorus of cicadas
carve the air into pictographs
of abandonment as light fades
into the impossible earth.

Rain slaps forever young grass
invoking silence until tree frogs
set up their piteous cries
to ground the dawn of darkness.

A barking dog marks night’s beginning.

Enjoyed this one Tim. "Impossible earth" gives me Pablo Neruda vibes. I am a bit confused about why the barking dog is the exception to night's beginning when you have so many other things going on leading up to this last line, but it's something that I'll probably come to understand after a few more rereads, which I don't mind doing : D

Thanks for sharing.

Best,
Alex

(09-13-2021, 04:21 AM)alexorande Wrote:  Enjoyed this one Tim. "Impossible earth" gives me Pablo Neruda vibes. I am a bit confused about why the barking dog is the exception to night's beginning when you have so many other things going on leading up to this last line, but it's something that I'll probably come to understand after a few more rereads, which I don't mind doing : D

I'm struggling with how to end the poem so you have an valid point about the last line.

I may go back to

"a barking dog pursues night to its beginning"