Blister hot highway sheens black
around glossy cracked sheets of rusty patina
sheer against the Blackfoot’s cool spitting foam
where the river salivates, imagining
slippery-limbed cliff jumpers
tickling its low places
as they eddy and weave
through its succulent flow.
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Victoria provided an interesting prompt at dVerse Poets Pub. Visit the link for more contributions to the prompt. We were to use texture as a tool in our poems.
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A very sensual poem, which conveyed everything in high relief. So much to admire and enjoy!
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If it was texture you were going for, you certainly achieved it, Brenda. The idea of giving the Blackfoot “cool, spitting foam” and how it “salivates,” plus the highway that “sheens black.” Very powerful stuff, my dear. Bet you knocked ’em dead at dverse! Amy
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Such good textural imagery in this short but vivid word painting. I could “feel” it and enjoyed it a lot. Thanks for being a part of dVerse. Victoria
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Smooth sequencing – slick words full of texture and layers – a packed passage
brimming over – a good poetic response to the prompt – no doubt at all
CHEERS!
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I like this: “glossy cracked sheets”
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Nice flow through the meandering river leading us on.Beautiful imagery!
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Beautiful flow to this texture poem, Brenda. Love “the river salivates.”
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whew…the black top had me all hot, glad you brought the river to cool me off…nice flow one image to the next…used to jump cliffs years ago…what a rush…
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I used to jump, too, and often… looking back, I’m glad I’m still here, and not part of the river. 😉
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