A lone silhouette darkens these bluffs, scenery’s
vessel, where willows weep ankles,
trembled by westerly winds
Brushing her flesh, coronas shadow
laurel leaves, wasted in gloaming mud
She crawls to the edge of now,
unveiling futuristic stones,
fingernails scarlet in smoke-stained dismay
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She crawls to the edge of now…. Yikes. This is dark. Filled with powerful imagery.
These words spoke of a very dark scene, Bren. Thanks.
Dense imagery evokes a desperate scene…very concise use of the words, Pamela!
Can’t you picture her ghostly form, nan? Thanks.
Amazing, Pamela… I especially like:
Brushing her flesh, coronas shadow
laurel leaves, wasted in gloaming mud
She crawls to the edge of now,
Something desperate about these words this time, Laurie. Thanks.
I liked thinking about the ‘edge of now, unveiling futuristic stones.’ I find myself wondering what these stones will predict…or where they will lead. Nicely wordled, Pamela.
Thank you, Mary. Not sure where the edge of now came from. Strange the images that come up from these group of words.
You are always so economical of extra words in your wordle poems. Excellent.
Thank you, Viv. I enjoyed your piece of fiction this week.
I love the way you blend the human and landscape elements. This is beautiful writing, Pamela.
Thanks Brenda. I kept seeing a fantasma of a woman with these words.
ooh, smoked-stained dismay!
Tragic, Barb, when smoked-stained dismay intrudes 🙂
*grin*
You blend desperation with vivid imagery, I hope you school is out soon and you go on vacation somewhere relaxing…
3 more weeks and I am free for a month. It hardly seems like enough time, but oh well. Thanks, Teri.
Intense scene you’ve written. Whatever grips her, it’s something very powerful.
It is quite powerful, Traci. I am just not quite sure what it is exactly.
I like the mystery woven into this. Excellent.
Thank you for visiting, Peggy. I liked your poem this week also.
Love the “edge of now”, emphasizes being on the very brink of something, perhaps even long sought realization. Once again, some wonderful writing Pamela,
Elizabeth
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Thanks, Elizabeth. I had a vision in my head and went with it.
Spectacular poem, Pamela! Every line is amazing! I can’t even pick a favorite because they’re all wonderful!
Wow! Thanks, Marianne.
Often I think that the horizon of the moment, sunrise or sunset is ‘the edge of now’ always changing we never quite reach, and then the moment is gone. That’s the power of this piece for me.
My wordle and companion piece are here:
http://julesgemsandstuff.blogspot.com/2012/06/sunday-whirl-60-maiden-voyage.html
I can see the correlation, Jules. Thanks. I thought I had left a comment at your site earlier, hum …
We might have been posting comments at the same time…rare – but I suppose it can happen 🙂
This gave me chills … “where willows weep ankles” – so hauntingly beautiful … a succinct, lovely, dark poem …
http://aleapingelephant.blogspot.ca/2012/06/black-webbed-claw.html
Chills can be good, I suppose, Sharon. Thanks.
oh my…the last three lines are just gorgeous…some great imagery and word pairing through out…the willows and ankles in particular….nice
Thanks, Brian. I feel like this could use something, just unsure of what 🙂
Pamela, it has a mythic quality, as of a spirit caught in a willow tree, crawling “to the edge of now”. I also like “scenery’s / vessel” – so evocative.
Richard
I think you are right, Richard. I hadn’t really noticed that until you mentioned it. Thanks.
Pamela, love what you did with these. An excellent write.
Thanks so much, Walt. That is much appreciated.
Enigmatic and powerful – the imagery is spectacular!
Susan, thanks. I just read your lovely poem this week.
Loved the “smoke-stained dismay,” and what an impact this short poem has, while employing the Wordle! Visually amazing work (in my mind’s eye, that is). Thank you for this one, hon. Amy