Talons, wrapped in washable guilt,
snatch prey from ebony nights
blood recedes into the sand
bones hide among the stones
marked by sedge and willow.
Wind wild enough to split a skull
defrocks trees, cracks the fragile
calls the rhyme of empty
smacking stillness to a feeble cry
where the hollow owns no sound.
Poetry Thursday - Last line from April fib began today's post.
Fractal created in Fractal Explorer and post processed in IrfanView.
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Thursday, August 23, 2007
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17 comments:
It hits hard. I had mixed feeling after reading this.
Such a vivid picture painted here. "washable guilt", I kept coming back to that phrase. On the one hand, I don't usually think of nature (raptors), as being associated with human emotions like guilt - but it's such a good turn of phrase. Also from the origin poem: red smoked sunset - I really liked that. We don't get smoky sunsets much up here in the north (unless there's a forest fire); it really put me in a different place, with just three little words.
Dark night
Soft wings
Endless cycle
Birth
Death
The order of life.
The imagery you have created is hauntingly good.
I always fear night hawks swooping up my little white dog, thinking she is a bunny. I live on a canyon ridge.
Mmmmm, yes. Raw and beautiful. I love the image of a wind that "defrocks trees"!
A bit scary. I like it.
i was left with a feeling of emptiness.. intended or no.. i felt it just the same... excellent
very powerful imagery and wonderful use of words.
Hi Sue! I LOVE the intensity, rawness, and starkness in this -- no where to hide in or from nature. And the line "cracks the fragile" is incredible -- very powerful. Gorgeous colors in your fractal.
:)
Really powerful- well done! I thought I was in the desert!
Oh my gosh, this was so visual...just beautiful! I especially loved these three lines:
blood recedes into the sand
bones hide among the stones
marked by sedge and willow.
So vivid...
"wrapped in washable guilt" creates all kinds of images. Nifty! I like this poem.
I'll tell you, those words sounded like a surreal scene from movie. Your poetry is very impressing, Thanks!
You have really met and exceeded the challenge. This is my first visit, and I'll enjoy looking around, especially at the watercolors which is my hobby.
Thanks for visiting my PT.
Scary! Powerful verbs certainly contribute
this is very atmospheric, I was caught by the phrase 'washable guilt'.
Ominous yet lonely. "..where the hollow owns no sound." Sound so definite. Good work!
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