Heat haze and
traffic haze
its roar distilled
to surface noise
to surf on distant shore
The A3 tamed and disciplined by trees.
Sanscrit writ in sunlight
Ivy trails on dusty earth
and melting sky
embrace each other.
Battlestone Hill presenting a
new landmark
triumphal arch
we walk beneath
prosthetic limb
knuckle and bone
ball and socket
hip joint or
fist and palm
fist slamming in.
White stone
earth's bone
signs of spring delayed
summer premature
rhododendrons and azaleas batteries
of fire
sky fire
simmering
soon to be unleashed.
Cooler among giants -
small ones -
and non-giants
larger these -
all vying for
supremacy.
the Redwood tribe.
Among them all
a kestrel hangs
tempted maybe
by the offer of a pad
free deregulated
specially prepared
lopped made habitable
by a process known as
natural stress fracturing.
Some guys can hardly know they're born.
11 comments:
Good, good, good!
Love it when sometimes your poems appear to rhyme when they in fact don't - thinking of the first stanza here. (Just proves to me the perfect structure).
Anna :o]
You have an amazing ability or rather talent with lots of creations in your verses! The word play and references quoted are varied. Not having the flavor and the advantage of context of situations often times I had to go to Wiki to ascertain them. It's an education when it's through. Thanks Dave!
Hank
Despite the photos, I would like to know more about the inspiration for this beautiful poem. Like hypercritical, I like the way your verses move towards rhyme, only to detour at the last moment. And I loved the rhytmic flow (I'm thinking of "White stone
earth's bone/signs of spring delayed summer premature").
Many thanks.
Greetings from London.
I never know what to say about poems, other than noting the ones that move me, the ones that make my eyes go soft with love and yearning.
Your poems always do that to me.
Pearl
this is def a lot of fun dave...and enjoy your creativity within the verse as well....finely crafted and nic eimagery as well throughout...top notch...smiles...
Like brisk wind, your words tell us readers some refreshing arrival.
I like the fanfare of fire in the distance.
Oh that statue is.... different.
Loved the visuals all through this. Lucky Kestrel to find a tree ... still standing!
Great write from you once again Dave!
That definitely is quite a work of (ahem) art? Another poem of note here, Dave.
I like the spacing and format of your post ~ And I like the weaving of trees and landmark too, very creative post ~
Notes
I guess it was mean of me not to give these from the off, but the truth is I wanted to see what folk would make of it without knowing the backstory.
Tuesday of last week Doreen and I wen to Wisley, the RHS gardens, something we do quite regularly. On this occasion, though, we went offpiste, so to speak. Perhaps I should explain that Doreen has a mobility scooter which places some limits on where we can go. On this occasion we discovered a path we had not known to exist - or we'd not been venturesome enough to try it. At any rate, my poem was the outcome of our exploits.
Battlestone Hill is a longish incline, usually with something of interest at the summit. On this occasion, the sculpture.
The reference to the lopping of the tall trees at one point picks up some of the info' from a board explaining that it has been done with the express intention of attracting a bird of prey to nest there.
hyperCRYPTICal
Interesting comment. Thanks for it, I shall give thought.
Hank
Thanks. Much appreciate this. I shall try to give more thought to when I need to give references and links.
A Cuban in London
Again, a very gratifying comment. Many thanks. Hope the notes will help.
Pearl
Much thanks for your very kind words. A great encouragement.
Brian
This really menas a lot to me, so very many thanks for it.
haricot
Great comment, for which much thanks.
Daydreamer too
Thanks - and a great response which is much valued.
Mary
Thank you. Lovely comment.
Heaven
Thank you so much for this. Really good to receive it.
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