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Tuesday, June 12, 2012

Poem for Sunday Whirl #60

Thanks to Brenda at Sunday Whirl for the wordle prompt #60.

Beneath the Corona

a midsummer evening
trembles through the shadows
crawls around her shoulders

under the weeping willow
she brushes graying hair
plays in the vessel of her mind

seeks uneasy stains that
now and then rise as mud
but pierce like nails

she buffs edgy reflections
to rid her world of old stones


The words: bluffs, willow, corona, brush,  trembled, mud, crawl, vessels, nail, stain, shadows, stones

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Anonymous said...

I love your opening lines....the evening crawling around he shoulders is exquisite. Brava!

Daydreamer said...

That was my fav line too.
Great imagery there. Very nice writing,

Geraldine said...

I agree with the comments above, great line. Loved it all...so evocative.

Naquillity said...

some excellent writing for the whirl. i'm currently trying to use these words in a poem too. not very far along though... hope all has been well your way. have a great day~

Anonymous said...

Although I would echo the others about your opening lines, I also really like the last line. "To rid the world of old stones" of memory is a life-long task.


flaubert said...

Susan, seems I am always late getting to see what you have written for the whirl, but I see you posted late. Anyhow, I truly love the opening of this poem. It is quite eloquent and lovely. Nice write.


Friko said...

There is something a little ominous about the tenor of this poem. Like an old woman's drk thought.

Madeleine Begun Kane said...

Just lovely! I really enjoyed it and like how you wove haiku-like verses together.
Madeleine Begun Kane

Geraldine said...

so beautiful...felt like i was standing by watching.