Lights going out in the Dormitory

Hush, light. Hush, heart.
The night slides slow,
Laboring over the pavement,
Subjecting the glow
To an opaque enslavement.
It’s dark, so the lights start

To fold over and disappear.
The dormitory could not hold
Every light as if they were alone.
The douse makes my walk cold.
The rooms all dark, each bay its own,
Like a smothered chandelier.

Stars II

oh, crude street lamp!
the tinge you cast,
that sickly orange, passed
my shadow. that hue’s clamp
pulled it back til it went last
along the sidewalk. the damp
light forced it to encamp

just under the post.
i look up to nothing kind
but a flickering mind,
in itself too engrossed
to see beyond, behind,
upwards, the skyline coast.
where light is made the most.

but You’re there
even when the fake,
when the imposters make
their fluorescent glare
stronger than i can take,
i trust on nights this fair
that Your light can share.

Unpublished Material, ©2011 Cali Digre

THANK YOU FOR YOUR INFINITE PATIENCE!!!!!

At long last I am settled back at home and have reconquered most of my life. So that lets me write poems again. The idea for this one came when I was walking through the Green at night and the wind had an interesting effect on the grass and the lights from the street lamps. Walking through campus at night gave inspiration for two more poems which I will write shortly.

Also, as a reward for putting up with my tardiness, I have a miniature surprise for you all. Sort of. I apologize if you all are not the surprise type.


Spring delivers when the night needs squalls.
The force drapes the blades over my feet
And street lamps give tawny to the lawn.
But these squares flicker in the gale,
As if the light refracted through a sea,
Enough to leave their sobriety,
Enough to let them set sail.
But in the ecstasy the grass is gone,
The lawn is smooth, the dampness sweet.
The ocean appears where the light falls.

Unpublished Material, ©2011 Cali Digre

Stars

Hey everyone! So I started class this week and have still to get used to the work load... So this is a poem I wrote when I first came to Hanover, inspired by the sky when I was walking back to the dorm one night. Enjoy!

-CD


Stars are such a godly feat
For looking at them takes respect,
But not to simply circumspect,
Take them in like quiet sleet.
Take them standing on the street.

Their icy sheen may be remote,
In distant caverns of our time,
Far from reason, close to rhyme.
And in between my feet and throat,
My heart beats in a broken rote.

The trembles that the world can feel
Cannot be sensed by distant eyes,
For they have more to visualize,
More to press and more to heal,
Tucked away in space-less steel.

But they are numerous and far,
And I will never see them all,
Each their names I will not call.
But in its stream of glistening mar,
Nothing compares to a star.

Unpublished Material, ©2011 Cali Digre