I see as silly
sprawled and feathery
arms lift: either
a birthday child's
happy waves
or the crone's
hunger-mad flailing.
Ethereal, they sift
nervous ticks
drifting down with
the dwindled since
carboniferous
seas rose from
an obsession's
bad-mouthed drought
to my sorrow's
sadly doubted drowning.
The miracle of
this one thought
circles up to me
at a glacial pace.
6 comments:
An interesting take on sea lillies. I'm particularly taken with "the crone's hunger-mad flailing." A spiraling fall leads the reader to "sorrow's sadly doubted drowning," then circles up. It works. You are a wordle wizard. ha!
Great set of images in this piece.
I just love all of the images I see as I read this poem.
http://inthecornerofmyeye.blogspot.com/2010/06/drought-wordle.html
it is good to think abt such things in the midst of a drowning sorrow.... enchanting are sea lilies
@Brenda I'll gladly accept that alliterative title :).
@Stan Thanks.
@Mary I'm not sure why sea lilies popped in my head, but they did.
@omb Yes, there's refuge to be found in nature (at least before we complete destroy it).
Beautiful. I love your contrast of the images of the child and the crone to describe the same thing, as well as your use of the prompt words. Nicely done.
-Nicole
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