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Tuesday, November 13, 2018

RED WATER, BRONZE WORDS




The road is just more geology
we kick up pale dust that hangs
peels back to the left
northbound lane
a hawk circles low

America 
I sometimes wish
you would remember me
under the glitter
on frozen moss and snow
the wet seasons
red water

bronze words
new shoots of spring wheat

I have enough despair for two people

A voice calls me to the river


When you see my reflection

in the dewdrops 
on the heather
you'll know that I have returned

17 comments:

  1. The despair rises in your words here Tim, and I can relate to the sentiments it carries!

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  2. Wow. One of your best...the last stanza - oh my goodness it is just so damned good.

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  3. Your are weighty with feeling. A beautiful and quietly powerful write.

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  4. The way you have that line of America, immediately brings to mind other poems and songs with that line...

    The despair in all that beauty... wonderful writing

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    1. The beauty of despair, you might say. Gracias.

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  5. The rivers are frozen here right now, friend Tim … walking on water … ya baby … smiles … Love, cat.

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  6. I love this poem! The opening line says so much in so few words and is made ominous by the circling hawk – the despair is palpable. My favourite lines:
    ‘…remember me
    under the glitter
    on frozen moss and snow
    the wet seasons
    red water
    bronze words
    new shoots of spring wheat’.

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  7. Thank you, Kim. I like those lines too!

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  8. a circling hawk, new shoots of spring wheat, a river calls... very intriguing.

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