Tumblewords

Fractals Photos Poetry Prose Watercolor

Friday, September 10, 2010

Last Word for BigTent

Big Tent prompts to write of what you said, what you wished you'd said.



Last Word


along the river
of broken things
the vagrant wind
unearths a sea floor

its shore abandoned
old form ignored
while shadows rhyme
and danger falls

a rising hum of shells
breathes out my mouth
and scales the endless dark
do not cross my path again

 
Digital Doodle
♥     ♥     ♥

29 comments:

Jinksy said...

I wonder if this was what you said - or what you wished you said? Interesting...

Jeeves said...

Endless dark....Lovely poem and image

eskenosen said...

"river of broken things." Yes.

vivinfrance said...

Intriguing. I wish I understood your lovely words.

Systematic Weasel said...

Wonderful post! =)

Sam Liu said...

A dark and layered poem, there are so many things we should have said, and too many thing we regret saying...

Derrick said...

It certainly sounds beautiful and I love the gentle rhyming and the line "and scales the endless dark".

Giggles said...

Beautiful poem, wonderful colors and image!! Love it!

Hugs Giggles

Elizabeth said...

Love the line "rising hum of shells breathes out my mouth", it creates a miriad of images. And that last line is lethal.

Elizabeth

flaubert said...

Susan beautiful words and the last bit certainly does hit home!
Pamela

Tammie Lee said...

This is a wonderfully beautiful and powerful piece!

Bloggin'withAmanda said...

very moody, is it what you wish had said?

Diane T said...

Do not cross my path again!

OK, I'll stay away, LOL. I thought this poem was very stimulating!

Linda said...

What a stunner that last sentence —powerful and evocative.

Interesting and strong images.

Linda said...

What a stunner that last sentence —powerful and evocative.

Interesting and strong images.

nan said...

I felt the desolation and resolve. Very strong poem - rich with images setting the mood and setting the reader up for the last line!

gautami tripathy said...

It did things in my mind!

crooked window

Tilly Bud said...

I hope you had the last word.

Deb said...

Love the mix of images, words to water and back again.

christopher said...

Your language is beautiful, dense, and personal. I am left with my own imagination:

The Salt Spray

I saw you on edge,
at the shoreline breathing out
your words to the sky,
the distant night sky,
while the surf's cold spray brushed me
with my failures, my
unwilling changes,
my compulsion to gather
your words, to know you.

Mary said...

Nicely written post!

EKSwitaj said...

The end of this piece gave me chills.

Christine said...

Wow! Love that simply amazing and italicized last line! There are some, I wish I had said the same to. :-) Stunning work as always.

Christine said...

Wow! Love that simply amazing and italicized last line! There are some, I wish I had said the same to. :-) Stunning work as always.

patteran said...

Intriguing. The vehemence of the final stanza suggests some regret for what wasn't, in the first instance, said.

Dick said...

Intriguing. The vehemence of the final stanza suggests some regret for what wasn't, in the first instance, said.

Cynthia Short said...

I love the mystery of the piece...the thoughts so foreign, and yet every description is magical.

Crafty Green Poet said...

I love the image of the river of broken things

Karen S said...

What a beautiful poem -- the imagery is very interesting and vivid. I like the way the speaker of the poem is mingled with the subject.