20061206

Life Interrupted

Echoes of footsteps
Thin bleatings of spring
Sink into green velvet
Sheep float in pools
Cupped in ribbons of soil

Still trees hold vigil
Standing nude; black-widows
Tearing their flesh
Over dark fingered gloves
Sprawled broken on rock

Hear the river dragon’s roar
Flaring stone gills-
Spitting damp icy breath
Loath to release its grip
Or lift wings of flood

Creeping it whispers
Boiling a death mask
Of thin paper clouds
Laying flat to the land
It swallows them whole

9 Comments:

Blogger Carbanion Tolodine said...

In this time of winter, we have some flowers on trees in belgium. And a great sun in the sky...

Bye, have good time in this time of holiday.

9:51 PM  
Blogger Prmod Bafna said...

Lovely write! and happy holidays!! :)

10:59 AM  
Blogger Pat Paulk said...

Wow!! "Hear the river dragon’s roar/Flaring stone gills-" what a wonderfully harsh image. Love it Sue!!

1:16 PM  
Blogger Russell Ragsdale said...

Nature is made so strong and powerful with these images. A picture, not of fangs, but with fangs which is not satisfied to be only seen. It follows us with the ominous patience of a predator. You write as if you have been working too hard and too long at a civilised job.

Wonderful, Sue.

2:09 PM  
Blogger MB said...

Strong images and great rhythm, Sue!

9:42 PM  
Blogger GEL said...

Powerful and vivid.
Superb, Sue! Best wishes this holiday season.

12:31 PM  
Blogger Cocaine Jesus said...

words as wild as winter itself.

5:16 PM  
Blogger iamnasra said...

Lovely poem

5:44 AM  
Blogger iamnasra said...

waiting to laugh more

9:42 AM  

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