036 Daylight Preserves, v2

There's a poetry contest for the food bank called "Expressions of Hunger". I haven't had time to write anything for it but I was thinking of reworking Daylight Preserves. I'm thinking that this might work for the category of "environmental hunger". I don't know.

Oh, one more thing - I'm participating in the 30 hour famine again this year - this Friday/Saturday, in fact. If I take the time to set up an online donation form, would anybody actually donate?

She kept them
on the splintered shelf
a vessel for each word
a jar for every song
and saved them for years
daylight preserves
for rainy days ahead

how careful they were
yesterday morning breaking dawn
spilling in now
from the uncurtained window
symphony and promise
when the earth is still dreaming
how she smiles in her slumber
how she smiles

so quickly they fill
capturing the overflow
she pulls down the bail closures
he seals in the light
and places them
on the splintered shelf
where she saves them for years

I leave them to dust
a vessel for each heart
a jar for every soul
forgotten

he woke up to darkness
grey-clouded and hollow
how careless they were
when they squandered their light
but still she had her morning stores
for rainy days like these

"just enough for an hour..."

and how she smiles in her slumber
how she smiles
sadly, in the uncurtained light

still not awake
when we wake up to darkness
and then we might say
"we've daylight preserves!

get the butter knife."

035 Daylight Savings

I bought two jars to hold in the light
all the music and words when I'm

not yet awake

spilling in now
from the uncurtained window
colours and shapes
oh the earth is still dreaming
how she smiles in her slumber
how she smiles

So quickly they fill
capturing the overflow to
brimming with love
and the promise of tomorrow
when you're not yet awake
you are still the horizon
there is nothing

but possibility

So I hide away the mason jars
(thank-you dear birds
and the sun in the sky
and the moon in the water)
for stores of the morning
for rainy days ahead
and oh how she smiles
in the uncurtained light

still not awake
When he wakes up to darkness
and then we can say
"we've daylight preserves!

get the butter knife."