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
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The despair rises in your words here Tim, and I can relate to the sentiments it carries!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Carrie. Good to hear from you.
DeleteWow. One of your best...the last stanza - oh my goodness it is just so damned good.
ReplyDeleteYou make me blush...thanks, Toni!
DeleteYour are weighty with feeling. A beautiful and quietly powerful write.
ReplyDeleteYour words*....
ReplyDeleteI so appreciate your comment, Vivian!
DeleteThe way you have that line of America, immediately brings to mind other poems and songs with that line...
ReplyDeleteThe despair in all that beauty... wonderful writing
The beauty of despair, you might say. Gracias.
DeleteThe rivers are frozen here right now, friend Tim … walking on water … ya baby … smiles … Love, cat.
ReplyDeleteHa--I knew you had the power to do that!
DeleteI 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:
ReplyDelete‘…remember me
under the glitter
on frozen moss and snow
the wet seasons
red water
bronze words
new shoots of spring wheat’.
Thank you, Kim. I like those lines too!
ReplyDeletea circling hawk, new shoots of spring wheat, a river calls... very intriguing.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Margaret! Have a wonderful holiday!
DeleteSo much sadness and emotion.
ReplyDeleteThanks for dropping by, Teresa!
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