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Thursday, March 04, 2010

Puddle Ponders / Clasp Freed / Wan Faces

Late winter sun climbs
Puddle ponders depth aloud
Will evaporates

Clasp freed, she tosses
thick necklace to wasp its way
atop piled lost charms

Eagerly he scans
the wan faces of corpses
watching him stumble

4 comments:

The Scrybe said...

A story told well, and I love the pictures this paints. The pondering puddle is perhaps my favourite.
Oh, for those lost charms to be found again.

Francis Scudellari said...

The charms are more neglected than lost :).

human being said...

the personification talks about both winter... and us...

'Puddle ponders depth aloud'


loved the music of this line very much...

Francis Scudellari said...

Thank you hb. The winter is lapsing here, and in a sense so am I.