Poetry

Before photography became my main outlet for my creativity, I used to draw and write a lot. I took a poetry class in college and I really loved the class. A little anecdote at the end if you feel like reading.

Sky Blue Patrick Daly


The backs of Adidas
black patent leather
left heel:
I AM A
right heel:
WARRIOR

Three white stripes
Sharpie marker:
Jason Forknot
3.14.2001
Rest In Peace

End of Summer
Crimson
Goldenrod
Ginger
Burnt Orange
Creep in

Clear Skies
stadium lights buzz
Sun battling to stay afloat
The Rising Horizon will soon succeed
Pure Sky Blue
no clouds, no planes, no early stars

First high school Start
Waited nine years
watched a brother play
watched a sister march
carried water all the while

The Adidas
black patent leather
click-clack
locker room floor
click-clack
click-clack
pavement
click-clack
click
grass

Fight song
run
run
Tear the Paper
shred
My Turn
First high school Start

American flag
Clear skies
no clouds, no planes, no early stars
First high school Start
September 14th
2001
American flag
Clear skies
no clouds, no planes, no early stars
National Anthem
Eyes flood
“Focus”
Hold back
September
2001
First …
Does it matter?
no planes
Pure Sky Blue

Blue becomes black
Aluminum bleachers
“Go Home”
Scoreboard bulbs
gone to black
Black Sky
Minutes passed
Staring at dots of light
none of them moved tonight.

END

We had to write about a very vivid moment in our past, I wrote about my first varsity football game in high school. It was the same week as the terrorist attacks on 9/11 and being that we played in Connecticut, there were still no planes allowed in the air that Friday night. Growing up 10 minutes from an airport, it was quite a weird site to see a perfectly blue sky with no contrails (white streaks) or the occasional blinking lights of a plane passing in the night. I remember so many details of that day, a long awaited day in the life of a young man with a love for football. Can't believe it's almost been a decade, I'm getting old fast.