Sunday, December 6, 2009

rock salt has its own reasons for being

twelve tenacious yellow leaves left behind by an autumn late

were otherwise quivering on a stark and twisted spray near
the bleached ropes of hammock that grasped my inner name:

I waited for your windy release in the leafless valley chilled,
so early anxious that my burning weep was spilled into diamonds

and scattered in hopscotch gratitude upon the concrete way.

15 comments:

  1. ah, the last leaves left over from fall...

    nice poem jerry

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  2. this reminds me of monty phyton. and the leaves screeeeaming as they fall one by one to the ground...

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  3. Good and abstract even absurd... I love it...

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  4. "I waited for your windy release in the leafless valley chilled,
    so early anxious that my burning weep was spilled into diamonds"

    Masterful and gorgeous.

    I am liking this style of yours.

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  5. So cool to post and see comments. I find it fascinating how readers interpret. This was, from my point of view, the least comical and absurd thing I have written and, yet, I sense success most when multiple interpretations are received.

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  6. I can add that the images are wonderful... and the interesting metamorphoses.... tears to diamonds... I can almost feel the cold coming in ...

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  7. very nice.......I can imagine that!

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  8. For some reason all i can think of after reading this is Lot's wife was turned into a pillar pf salt.
    Did her tears become diamonds as they fell to the ground.
    Hmmm

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Yes?