Here is another poem to share. Enjoy.
Ferns
bob
their
heads in assent
to
the cipher of the rain
tapped
out upon each frond.
A
jeweled web glistens
in
a skeletal tree, droplets
strumming
its
silky threads.
Calla
lilies bow and spit,
flapping
yellow tongues,
divulging
rumors.
Sinuous
hair drapes
down
my back tickling
icy
skin
as
I travel along the path.
Murky
bubbles surface
In
muddy puddles, burst silently.
I
scream.
The
pulsating downpour
mutes
my voice.
I
reach out,
hands
cupped,
to seize
nature’s crystal blood.
I have always enjoyed your poetry. You not only paint a scene but show it in unique ways. Sharon
ReplyDeleteA good rain is refreshing.
ReplyDeleteWow, Rose, this is great. Quite different from your usual. Have you
ReplyDeletebeen taking classes, going to workshops, reading lots of poetry, all of the above?
I really like this--skeletal trees, crystal blood. Hard, but good.
Linda
I could see those ferns bobbing their heads. Nice images.
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