Image by Scott Wyden
My poem entry for One Shoot Sunday 29 May 2011, at One Stop Poetry
My poem entry for One Shoot Sunday 29 May 2011, at One Stop Poetry
Rooted deep
on spindly legs, I stand
awash in a foreground
as daily currents change
- my surrounding land.
on spindly legs, I stand
awash in a foreground
as daily currents change
- my surrounding land.
Perhaps I sat, a bit too still
and languished, in my....
melancholy thoughts.
and languished, in my....
melancholy thoughts.
Nonetheless....
what if it... were you
who stood -
between a bridge and gap
while arched views
drank you in.
what if it... were you
who stood -
between a bridge and gap
while arched views
drank you in.
Then, when you awoke
from your fruitless reverie
to find - that you've been pummeled
by a sea - now upon the land.
from your fruitless reverie
to find - that you've been pummeled
by a sea - now upon the land.
So now I sit, still rooted deep
in filtered clouded hues
no longer do I have an endless view
but in the wake, of all I've seen and see
The one constant in my days...
and life - is me - and you :-)
in filtered clouded hues
no longer do I have an endless view
but in the wake, of all I've seen and see
The one constant in my days...
and life - is me - and you :-)
nice...well you are left with a nice constant at least in the end...life can thrash you a bit otherwise and it is nice to have those constants...
ReplyDelete"what if it... were you
ReplyDeletewho stood -
between a bridge and gap
while arched views
drank you in."
The above stanza takes the personification to another level. A cityscape lamenting its loss of perspective—great idea for a challenge response.
well written really like this thank you
ReplyDeletenice david - i esp. enjoyed the third stanza...
ReplyDeletewhat if it... were you
who stood -
between a bridge and gap
while arched views
drank you in.....very nice
Very nice! I love that line"drank you in" :) cool
ReplyDeleteBeautiful words for a beautiful photo. I was captured by the first line, and stood similarly rooted to the scene before my inner eye.
ReplyDeleteWonderful lines. Loved the third stanza...
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It's difficult for me to comment on anything connected to this image, as the image itself has me hiss with distaste. Nothing but the sun in it beckons to me and the lack of nature has me wanting to gag. I wanted you to know that I did take the time to read, even with my revulsion at the image prompt.
ReplyDeleteYou piece had a wonderful flow... almost like a song.
ReplyDeletea soft and subtle sadness echoes in your words...with a small glimmer of hope to help keep you standing...
ReplyDeletelovely poem.