Ode to the Sky

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Pierced with blue as pure as love 
Folds of sky blended 
With the pink, peach and orange  
Of a lover’s skin by firelight 
Afterglow embers 

Yes, the sky 
Remembers with slow motion joy 
Spreading liquidly 
Like honey across the table 
Of the day, the sky remembers 
Its promises held in stillness 
In the soundless dawn 

Secret promises 
Intimately whispered 
Of the noon of passion’s apogee 
And the pale jewel of the moon’s apology 
For arriving too soon 
Blasted and abashed 
Handless 

Sweet arc 
Blue sweet shell 
Eagerly watching 
The unfolding of the day 
Or hiding 
Behind a cold wet blanket 
Your moods as changeable 
As anyone 

Openness  
Your face defines 
Benevolent shines 
Smiling upon our tiny footsteps 
Baptizing them with rain 
Or white blanket covering 
Your promises revealed 
As they fall  

I could write a million poems about the sky.  Our shield and waterer of our gardens, it keeps us safe and holds the rain.  It is the lens of the sun and the canvas to God’s daily brush.  

As you walk under the clear sky, you feel it smiling ebullient above you and it cajoles you to either be happy or at least to lessen the burden of your sadness.  Or it frowns gray and sullen and life’s possibilities seem to have somehow shrunk away, or like the butterflies gone to hide, hanging upside down beneath leaves.  In summer the blue sky radiates sun and warmth whereas in the winter that same blue sky lets all the Earth’s heat evaporate into space.  Summer clouds promise a permeating rain, but winter clouds promise a fluffy blanket of snow may either roll off the coat or lay there to gradually melt.  There is nothing like an icy rivulet to wake a person.  

At dawn the sun tints the clouds gorgeous as bright pigments slowly spread across the sky, heralding the golden sun’s ascent.  The moon have already set, or may remain, his white face peaceful in great arc.  At dusk darkness gradually bleeds into the blue, as once again in brilliant pageantry the sun descends again below the horizon.  The moon brightens, sometimes tinted yellow or orange at the whim of the sky.  Stars gradually appear as the sun’s influence gracefully exits to warm the Earth from the other side.  

In the north sometimes you can see the aurora borealis dancing and shimmering in shades of green in the night sky.  

The next day brings a new sky, be it filled with clouds or cloudless, warm or cold, wet or dry.  New daily, fresh for your enjoyment - or at least your experience.  Sometimes it coils up like a snake into a tornado or hurricane and throws pieces of our civilization around like a toddler throwing a tantrum throws toys.  Sometimes it throws pellets of ice to flatten your corn or casts down a blanket of ice to break the tops off the trees.  Even the rain that brings life to our gardens sometimes continues to excess, drowning our towns.   

The sky is as changeable as human emotions, and human emotions are also greatly affected by the sky.  Isn’t it much easier to be happy under a blue sky?  When you’re sad, and the sky rains, isn’t it almost as if the sky is crying with you?  

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Ardie 5 years ago from Neverland

Absolutely beautiful - the poem AND the photographs! I never thought much about the sky unless it was sunrise or sunset time. But you make me realize the sky is beautiful and protects us every day all day - thank you.


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Just Ask Susan 5 years ago from Ontario, Canada

The sky is pretty amazing. Beautiful poem and I loved the photos!

One of my most favorite things to do is to look up at the sky when there are a lot of clouds. Or watch the sky during a storm.


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Tom Rubenoff 5 years ago from United States Author

Thank you Ardie and JA Susan. The sky is the original free entertainment. Thanks again for reading. :)


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FloraBreenRobison 5 years ago

This is a beautiful poem. My love of the sky tends to depend upon how clear the sky is. In the summertime here in the Valley when there hasn't been a lot of rain, the air quality is not great.


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Tom Rubenoff 5 years ago from United States Author

Yes, you get that inversion thing happening. Sometimes its hard to love the sky when its not the color we prefer. Thank you, Flora :)


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Jerilee Wei 5 years ago from United States

Wonderful! The sky is still one of my favorite forms of entertainment, both during the day and at night.


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juneaukid 5 years ago from Denver, Colorado

Yes, the sky is worthy ofa million poems. Enjoyed your imagery. Ralph Waldo Emerson wrote that if the stars had appeared only once to the human race, that event would have formed the basis of a great mythology.


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VirginiaLynne 5 years ago from United States

I love the idea of the sky as being an embodiment of emotion. Beautiful poem. Wish we lived near pine trees like these. Voted up and beautiful!


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always exploring 5 years ago from Southern Illinois

Beautiful whether stormy or sunny, the sky is spectacular and your poetry and pictures are lovely...


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anglnwu 5 years ago

Beautiful poem. The sky is a wonderful canvas and you've done so beautifully by painting it in words.


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Tom Rubenoff 5 years ago from United States Author

Thank you so much. Today he sky was cloudless and blue. Perhaps she was please with my work LOL. Your comments are all wonderful and I am very grateful. :)


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Vinaya Ghimire 5 years ago from Nepal

I loved pictures in your poem and poetry in your pictures.


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Tom Rubenoff 5 years ago from United States Author

Thanks so much, Vinaya! I am honored and humbled.


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AudreyHowitt 5 years ago from California

Beautifully done Tom. The flow feels so easy and natural and I love your wold choice--the alliteration between apogee and apology--


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Tom Rubenoff 5 years ago from United States Author

Thanks so much. I love it when people notice the details I cared about. :)

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