September 9, 2012

poem 316 of a poem a day for 2012





penny whistle

the moans
we found at the well
of a newborn Autumn day
are curled frequencies
they are the ends
of maple leaves
and they become
these little boats
going down river
as the band
of drip patter condensation
slides off the roof

these sounds
are fine shaving
the cool air
from the storms
that passed
yesterday afternoon
it was as if the entirety
of the sky said Summer
you have been a great party
now go find the hidden entrances
in seeds to stain us
with your memory
while we let the dryads
cut us with changing pitch
and the laughter we hunt for

EJR ©

2 comments:

  1. Razor sharp movement...this is one of my favorites by you...fresh air perspective...well done.

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  2. Razor sharp movement...this is one of my favorites by you...fresh air perspective...well done.

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