Acorns, feathers, pecans, fall from violet sky
Disquiet rides with waxing gibbous moon.
Mars hangs heavy, red over dry creek bed.
Frogs have gone from pond, fireflies from field.
Sleeping grandson in stroller, Sheltie on leash,
Barred owl in oak, heart in chest cry warning.
Death, life, intuition, hope, truth, illusion, fear
blow in cold from north. Reality flickers when
autumn falls. Bright spring morning lies far behind,
far ahead. Stormy autumn evening, I know nothing
for sure, meet my demons, dance with my dead.
Victoria Hendricks
October 20,2010
I feel like this particular poem is a snapshsot, capturing a 'slice of time.' I like the ending with the stormy evening sandwiched between bright spring mornings. Oh, that brightness always precedes and follows storms.
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vivid and live,
beautiful poetry.
Maybe the onset of Winter does cause doubt, uncertainty makes us ponder all manner of things. If you're rhyming 'deepens' with 'pecans', I like it! I believe some folks say pecaaan?
ReplyDeleteVery vivid..like it...
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And do get aboard the Poetry Train every Monday
mornings and thereafter!
My favorite: "acorns, feathers, pecans."
ReplyDeleteAwesome images, individual and overall - dread portrayed wonderfully throughout. Love the way cries, both heard and only felt (heart), are all lumped together here:
ReplyDeleteSleeping grandson in stroller, Sheltie on leash,
Barred owl in oak, heart in chest cry warning.
and the conclusion:
...I know nothing
for sure, meet my demons, dance with my dead.
What else can one do?
The essential fear of the future: "far ahead. Stormy autumn evening, I know nothing."
ReplyDeleteSo true.
This is wonderful, Victoria. Vivid images.
ReplyDeleteI had to check your profile and we have things in common besides our names and being Capricorns. Congrats on the Rangers' win last night...