The Sun
The Sun
Concrete rays
jutting
from clouded mirror of cloudless clay
Shrouded, awkward angles and bones
cracks akimbo
ridges splayed
Blow a trail of white
Watch it dagger through the sky
Pull a line of smoke
Let it settle; Let it dry
Towel-drops
flung down
by rough hands, kicking into dust,
Cratered perforations along
star-bleached flour smears
ashen crusts
Charcoal strokes across
Leave the edges running
Contoured ridges lost
-
Look, moon rocks are ugly.
*Yes, I know that the poem is named “The Sun” and yet it’s all about the moon, no mistake. Think about it… if you want a hint, continue reading, if not, don’t readhe next line 
.
The other people I subjected this to didn’t have much clue what the catch was. You see, we are always telling each other how gorgeous the moon is and what a magical atmosphere it makes, yadda yadda yadda. But, as you can see, without the sun, the moon is horribly ugly. So, in essence, this poem is an ode to the sun.
So, from this, you should be able to read many more, deep messages that I’m not going to bother explaining because a) it will be a whole lot of work and b) it means something different to everyone. lol.
And, lol, thank you for ‘akimbo’ Bindo 
I just couldn’t resist using it *grins*
i think “Charcoal strokes across
Leave the edges running
Contoured ridges lost” is beautiful craving
i can see your back now, welcome (home)
chloë said this on March 5, 2009 at 1:56 pm
It’s like my momma always said, “Akimbo is as akimbo does”
Dig this shadowy poem with all the meaning hidden in the cracks until the light shines on em and shows you where they are…
Cool stuff.
bindo said this on March 5, 2009 at 5:09 pm
To heavy for me. I’m waiting for you to shine again like the Moon’s reflected rays – soft, delicate and mysterious.
Jan Freeman said this on March 5, 2009 at 5:51 pm
I meant too heavy. It’s just me being me
Jan Freeman said this on March 5, 2009 at 5:54 pm
MA: Thanks
lol, I’m glad someone got it, at least.
Jan: Hey hey Jan
It’s great seeing you again. I saw a very intersting looking post on your blog. I am, however, late today and am going away for the weekend. I promise to check in on Monday, though 
cravingoxygen said this on March 6, 2009 at 5:07 am
we have a long weekend here & i’m really busy the whole weekend so my post probably wont be up until sunday night/maybe monday even
hope your weekend is lovely xo
chloë said this on March 6, 2009 at 6:55 am
well sadly enough the baby thing was not a joke :Z i blacked out the second night in mexico smashed a glass which is how i broke my 2 fingers punched an employee hopped up on stage pointed at somebody said u lose walked them off stage and then fell down a set of stairs extremely close to getting arrested by the policia
about the poem i meant a magician in the sense that hes an illusionist making people believe something that is there is not, or vice versa.
freshtodeath said this on March 9, 2009 at 8:31 pm
thanks for your sweet comment <3
i think i’ve realised now that those photographs given all the smoke, were the best any photographer could have got
sometimes i forget i’m new to SLR photography & i expect more out of myself than i know how to do (if that makes sense(?))
i shot those scenes all manual which ment i relied on the camera to basically store the photographs, because i set the shutter, aperture, iso, white balance, focus; everything & after thinking about it, i think i did well
chloë said this on March 10, 2009 at 12:31 am
very interesting to say the least. i was completely lost as i had absolutely no understanding of a couple words in use. i like how you used “clouded mirror” assuming you are referring to the moon. i interpret that as a steamy mirror reflecting an incomplete picture or understanding (the rays of the sun illuminating the moon.) lol please correct me if im totally wrong AND of course if you have enough time
freshtodeath said this on March 11, 2009 at 6:43 am
fresh
Of course I have time (or I like to belive so at any rate 
). I can always make time for my senior, of course. *grins*
. You got it very right (of course 
). It has the figurative meaning that you described as well as the literal meaning: the moon’s surface really does look like a smooth, grey mirror in places. *grins*
Um… which words were it that you didn’t know and maybe it’ll clarify the poem a little
cravingoxygen said this on March 11, 2009 at 7:29 pm
oh well i used dictionary.com for the words i did not understand, so your help is not needed yet always appreciated as is your time. dont consider me your senior; i am no more your senior than you are mine. me and you are like “Junior Senior.”
“Move Your Feet” by Junior Senior
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XrxGE7HgQYQ
im sure youve heard this one before; its a classic!
freshtodeath said this on March 12, 2009 at 1:08 am
Well Hello stranger!!! I feel like I haven’t heard from you in a very long time! I love this poem. I also think your metaphor is so creative!!! GOOD FOR YOU! Excellent writing. I put up a new post as well. I haven’t posted anything in over a month. I’ve been SSOOOOOOOOO busy. I work full time, raise my son full time, and I started college full time a few weeks ago, so my life is really hectic right now! I feel like I don’t have time for anything anymore! Please read my post if you get time and let me know what you think of it. I hope you like it. Stop being such a stranger and keep in touch more often. Bye sweetie…
Shady said this on March 12, 2009 at 5:05 am
Wonderful imagery craving
. You can really paint a picture with words. I was a bit puzzled at first, wondering how concrete and the sun are connected. However I understand now 
fessuscorpus said this on March 24, 2009 at 12:08 pm
Fessus
lol, at first I just looked at the name, thinking that I really should know who this person is, but not really having any idea who until I remembered it from your blog 
. Hm, I should blogroll it. Thank you 
cravingoxygen said this on March 26, 2009 at 8:06 pm