Doves

[pjthompson]

From the notebooks, May 10, 1991:


Doves

Where is the flight of doves
I saw last spring
sailing over the grey roof
of my conventions?
In what coop, what meadow
do they seek their seed?
For surely they are here
no longer, picking at the
offerings I have scattered
in the yard.
The sky is washed with clouds
a blue-white, almost colorless,
perfect for hiding
grey doves in flight.
Fleeing from what? Fleeing
from me?
Or I from them, inside this
cloister of my comforts,
inside this croft of
gentle terror?

Comments

[mnfaure.livejournal.com]

I wish you would publish a book of your poetry.

[pjthompson]

You're very kind to say so.

[geniusofevil.livejournal.com]

I love when your poems tell a story and I get an image of your day to day life.

[pjthompson]

Thank you. :-)