Irises dot lace along hem of flowing creek where stanzas found the time to speak a child holds secrets 'neath her feet but hasn't yet realized what of it's meant or worth she runs & flies she kicks through before thinking a neighbor's new fallen pile of leaves spinning flying in arrayed
spiral rings sinking stops just long enough to take in a
look upon and smell the scent and what a thrill today has been she's far from being wrapped around disturbing lament with it's shuddering doubts to heaven sent or cried - why - have these angry clouds passed over the eyes of understanding on their way to realize
Really enjoyed the concrete poem- engaging; poignant.. and in my eye it looks like a tree with it`s reflection in water below~ masterful job making the form work so well with the subject. =) ~Amaryllis
Gosh... I really love you people. I'm sorry I won't be doing much writing this summer, to much house work... ha ha. However... I have a lot of good notes, mostly in the minor keys and I'll probably see ya all this autumn/winter, of course you might keep on the lookout... I do throw things in on a whim.
Thank you all so much dale