Fractals Photos Poetry Prose Watercolor

Thursday, August 23, 2007


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.


Anonymous said...

It hits hard. I had mixed feeling after reading this.

Anonymous said...

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.

Anonymous said...

Dark night
Soft wings
Endless cycle

The order of life.

Tammy Brierly said...

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.

Anonymous said...

Mmmmm, yes. Raw and beautiful. I love the image of a wind that "defrocks trees"!

Anonymous said...

A bit scary. I like it.

paisley said...

i was left with a feeling of emptiness.. intended or no.. i felt it just the same... excellent

Odessa said...

very powerful imagery and wonderful use of words.

Clare said...

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.

Regina said...

Really powerful- well done! I thought I was in the desert!

Sherri B. said...

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...

Constance Brewer said...

"wrapped in washable guilt" creates all kinds of images. Nifty! I like this poem.

Gilson said...

I'll tell you, those words sounded like a surreal scene from movie. Your poetry is very impressing, Thanks!

Norma said...

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.

Anonymous said...

Scary! Powerful verbs certainly contribute

Crafty Green Poet said...

this is very atmospheric, I was caught by the phrase 'washable guilt'.

Anonymous said...

Ominous yet lonely. "..where the hollow owns no sound." Sound so definite. Good work!