Today the Flood

[newsclippings]

Revision 3/3/13

Where the clouds become the earth, the ground
swells and expels its savage regrets.
Windows, shades and summers are trapped
beneath the tempest, waiting
to be born.

this first stanza reminds me of something religious and profound. it's a little vague for me but I still enjoy the pictures you're putting into my head.

You encourage exploration –
endless questions placing culverts
for forgotten debris to block,

I have no idea who you're talking to yet, maybe that's a good thing. Is it god?

and the light from your eyes
is a drop in the glass
reflecting on yesterday’s mockingbird mime
and a crystal decanter of sky

There's a flow here that gets a little awkward between "drop in the glass//reflecting on" -- also are you portraying a red dawn?

I sip again the nectar that
glistens at the corner of the hour.

Behind the curtains, tomorrow’s promise
melts feebly into soda, lime and
a slag of sorrow. Someone, somewhere,
forgets to press rewind.

right here, are you saying life isn't cyclic, that it drags on, sadder and less hopeful than the day before?