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
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The words: bluffs, willow, corona, brush,
trembled, mud, crawl, vessels, nail, stain, shadows, stones
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9 comments:
I love your opening lines....the evening crawling around he shoulders is exquisite. Brava!
That was my fav line too.
Great imagery there. Very nice writing,
I agree with the comments above, great line. Loved it all...so evocative.
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~
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.
Elizabeth
http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/
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.
Pamela
There is something a little ominous about the tenor of this poem. Like an old woman's drk thought.
Just lovely! I really enjoyed it and like how you wove haiku-like verses together.
Madeleine Begun Kane
so beautiful...felt like i was standing by watching.
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