Open Poetry #46 |
Solitude |
Bastet Member
since 2010-05-07
Posts 246 |
SOLITUDE Tiny frog, Bacho’s cliché, back speckled as the spider lily, belly pale as drifting mist under an autumn moon, cry plaintive as a song half-remembered, sometimes only a rustle in the long grass. Soft crunch under foot, the snail has left his home. Under the eaves, clay crumbs of the swallow’s empty nest. Crows in the field pecking at the chaff of the final harvest, the late season, the unseen color of solitude. |
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Eusta B. Mae Senior Member
since 2010-05-03
Posts 903 |
Like your images here-enjoyed! ebm |
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Amaryllis Senior Member
since 2010-05-20
Posts 1306Mi now |
Oh beautiful, Bastet... I adore the abstract way you come at the subject from the sides... all of the quiet fall/nature images serve to support the solitude. Love the nod to Bacho, too. Gorgeous! I remain a fan. . My best~ Amaryllis |
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s1nfully_1nn0c3nt Senior Member
since 2003-10-26
Posts 1105Watertown, NY |
Your use of nature for reference is wonderful. Great imagery. Enjoyed. -Trina. |
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easy1 Senior Member
since 2010-05-22
Posts 1209Southeastern USA |
You speak, I believe, of the stubble and the stragglers... before the blizzard season, but no less a part of it eventually. Good stuff! (Your writing here, and the seasons, also, assuming one can survive them decently) I had to look this up again, it has literally been years: http://famouspoetsandpoems.com/poets/matsuo_basho/poems/405.html |
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