Somass River in autumn, Port Alberni, B.C.
A poem hides in given words:
vine and web,
and one sees ivy climbing a stone wall,
a fat red spider in a web dotted with dew.
vine and web,
and one sees ivy climbing a stone wall,
a fat red spider in a web dotted with dew.
A poem dances across the page,
words like leaves tossed by a phantom wind:
orange
red
yellow,
words like leaves tossed by a phantom wind:
orange
red
yellow,
like sandpipers at the edge of the sea,
moving together as one,
like a row of poppies,
nodding their ponderous heads.
moving together as one,
like a row of poppies,
nodding their ponderous heads.
A poem can be enchanting
with fluttering wings:
a grackle, suddenly at the feeder,
a pheasant, startling upwards
out of tall grass.
with fluttering wings:
a grackle, suddenly at the feeder,
a pheasant, startling upwards
out of tall grass.
A poem can be quiet:
a silent room where a grandmother
remembers her first kiss.
a silent room where a grandmother
remembers her first kiss.
The scent of smoke
on an autumn afternoon
takes an old woman back
to walking home from school
in the long ago,
past piles of burning leaves:
orange
red
yellow.
on an autumn afternoon
takes an old woman back
to walking home from school
in the long ago,
past piles of burning leaves:
orange
red
yellow.
Your words dance across the page in these images, Sherry, making the poem live and breathe. The last stanza's echo of the past brings it all round, to the heart.
ReplyDeleteThis is nothing but lovely, Sherry. Peaceful and full of natural beauty.
ReplyDeleteI love the feeling of remembrance and the sharp focus of the colours bringing us to the end - Autumn crystallised
ReplyDeleteSimply gorgeous, Sherry. Your poems are always such a comfort blanket one can slip on and feel soothed by. I love the image of the fat red spider, then echoed by the poppies and the leaves 🩷
ReplyDeleteAutumn is a time for remembrance and for that savoring of the richness of things contrasted with the bare winter that will come. You show it well here, Sherry.
ReplyDeleteThis is really good, Sherry! Poetry MAY hide, but you always find a way to discover them!
ReplyDeleteA poet can take you to serenity. Invite you to rest on a visual blanket of peace. A poet can take you to the bright foliage of treasured memories. Thank you dear poet for your poetry.
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