rough sky

When I checked the new photo friday theme on friday morning, it was "Rough", and I had no real idea where to start. Six hours later I met up with a friend - and walking there, I saw this "Rough" graffiti. Right there. The red thing, it actually is a river seat. For sunnier days.

Which leads to the title of this post: rough sky. Every now and then, there is this touch of real spring in the air, with sunny moments. Then the clouds take over again. And just to add to it, when the sun shines, then it's often in the middle of the week, in the morning. I miss the sun-terrace-time. The feeling of warmth on my skin. Of walking in less layers. Of waking to bright blue sky... this is a photo from this morning. A sky that feels both soft, and rough in its withholding:



Which connects to 2 poems I once wrote, on a similar morning. It came up when I searched my writing files for "rough" - the word isn't in the poem itself, but in the invite to submit: "Send Rough Poetic Stuff". So here they are:

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rave/n

an overcast morning

but the sun rises just there

in the only stripe of sky

between cherry twigs

greys blend into rays of light

while a stone shadow

stretches into the breathing

of an asana posture

later, on the way to the bakery

a white raven circles

underneath the holes 

in the clouds

like a messenger 

waiting

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359 degrees

walk clockwise

gather the hum melody

of the water neutrons

falling though this metal body

called heating

think outside

this room

think of the birds

migrating into the abroad

while their wings

float through the night

of another past

think clock
wise

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links/about 
more skies: skywatch friday
more rough moments: photo friday
more texts from the past: re/visit
rave + 359 were first published in VoidMagazine, which followed its name and isn't online anymore