Where dark angles meet
a choking sky stiffly held
by planks of buildings

The cloud’s eyes open
rainbows landing in a lift
paring open walls

Standing still almost
first spring coat: the immaculate
Polished prism jet

Coiffure of feathers
beak perfect yellow smiling
In the smoky light

Fresh from dust toilet
he regards the oiled steaming
skinny black puddles

Adeptly balanced
on cracked cliffs of concrete rust
an urban nomad


Blogger Queen Neetee said...

Unique as always!

I love the freedom that you paint your words with. So natural, and with such assurance of original rhythms you never fail to delight us.

Thank you!

8:58 PM  
Blogger Carbanion Tolodine said...

The bright people stand in shadow a long part of their lifes. They want to live without the regard of the others but they make what they must do for all the people they love ...

Shadows, I want to stay in the shadows ...


Take care of yourself.

9:36 PM  
Blogger Russell Ragsdale said...

I like what you are working on here. There isn't a mundane image in any line and the first and sixth triptyches are to die for.

7:09 PM  
Blogger Roger Stevens said...


I think your poetry is getting better. Do you think that? Do you feel it's improving?

Wet weather today. I was hoping for another day in the garden.

Hey ho!

2:41 PM  
Blogger Cocaine Jesus said...

sign her up roger. gett that book published. this is sooooooooooo good that it deserves a bigger audience.

7:58 PM  
Blogger EATING POETRY said...

I love how all your words are so well balance and measured -- a perfect equilibrium.

Thanks for the comments you left on my blog... you give great feedback.

4:42 AM  
Blogger Natalia L. Rudychev said...

Images stand out like sculptural reliefs united in a well balanced composition.

3:09 PM  
Blogger Sue hardy-Dawson said...

Q Neetee, I like to experiment I'm glad you liked it.

Carba, I'm a shadow kind of girl, but occasionally I sneek out incogneto

Russel, you mean to say I did a lethal triptyche

Roger, thank-you that means such a lot to me, as for me I think I usually think I've improved when I start hating all my other stuff and re-writing it, which is most of the time, with almost everything I've ever written or drawn.

CJ Roger has, he's put me in his book the 'Secret Life of Pants'

Eating poetry thank-you I'll drop by soon

Natalia, thanks for dropping by, you write some beautiful poetry, I tried to comment but the blogogiste was playing up and it wouldn't let me

6:27 PM  
Blogger castor said...

A very impressive parable of a spring day in the smoky light of a metropolis!
From afar I can listen the monotonous noise of the road traffic.
A great poem, Sue!

10:53 PM  
Blogger blue rogue said...

Where dark angles meet
a choking sky stiffly held
by planks of buildings


I am blown away by the impressionistic visuals and cadence of your poem. It's like seeing a painting spring to life, vivid and grimey and palpable. Your pastel and canvas are your words and your soul.

Really. Exquisitely done. :)

11:53 AM  
Blogger Sue hardy-Dawson said...

Castor thank-you, it's funny how nature adapts its self to the strange living conditions of man

Blue R how did you know my favourite medium was pastels?

5:30 PM  

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