"We live in the shadowlands.
Sun is always shining somewhere else...around a bend in the road...over the brow of a hill."

Doesn't quite reflect your poem, but made me think of that quote from Shadowlands. Seems to go with the grey colour of this category.

Nicely done, Sibyllicious. Must catch up on your poetry.

Ha, you caught me right in the act of editing. That was fast!

Ha indeed! Now your poem isn't sad at all, at least to me. Lovely. Your poems are usually lovely- love is evident in every line, and attract love toward them.
Perhaps change "live" to "life" though?

Aha! Thanks, didn't catch that. I still can't decide if I want all of this in the same poem, or if I want to split it up. I guess that's always the challenge: sorting out ideas, delineating feelings in order to make them pronounceable, when in reality they're all jumbled up together.

It seems to me you have done extremely well extracting and arranging your words beautifully without losing the dark and sober tone of the tragedy expressed in this poem.

This poem kind of catches me off guard...maybe I'm used to more intense imagery from you. But that's not to say I didn't like it!

It's very concise. Really gets the point across, and of course, you so skillfully play with my mind's vision. I love seeing the sky fade from blue to grey, back and forth.

"it's all newly washed slick with rain-
sun lights bright and mad
on the blackness of crows, the softness of fields,
and I think,
at least,
it's a perfect day for dying."

And as for those lines...well...like always, you seem to make everything beautiful.

Bravo, Sibbles. I know I always say it, but I'm so glad that I found you on this site.

Crazy Horse once said, "Today is a good day to die." Of course the context was a warrior going into battle, feeling that to die in battle is an honorable, desirable death.. but a nice day is as good as any day to die.
You used lots of cool imagery here, Sibs. Driving in your car, living your life - a day like any other. A simple phone call, a phone call that could be like any other, but is not.. and suddenly your world comes crashing down.
It's a curious side effect of death, how it can make us feel so much more alive.