Clouds powder the mountains with mist
until the sun’s slow erotic warming
dries the sky, dissipating droplets
into the blue.
Our gaze strays over gold grasses
that rustle like silk covering earth’s sweet curves.
We sigh in morning’s lazy swing
while the melancholy river
whispers its currents through pale logs
where turtles bask off evening’s cool flow
beneath the sun’s ardent spray.
A rosy finch flings her voice scattering it
through the branches of a proud ponderosa,
and we look up at the sky
rimmed by mountains
convinced that life is good.
Brenda Warren 2012
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Smooth and plush – enjoyed it!
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You’ve convinced me Brenda and that’s not easy to do most days … a strong, clear voice and I agree, yes – life is good …
http://aleapingelephant.blogspot.it/2012/07/memory-pales_4615.html
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I’m loving the scattered alliteration in this, being a fan of it myself at times. And the images of misted mountains and rustling grasses and whispering rivers are divine, and so soothing.
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Clouds powder the mountains with mist
until the sun’s slow erotic warming
dries the sky, dissipating droplets
into the blue.
Perfect! great poem too.
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Brenda, each line is magical. Beautiful work.
Pamela
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Your lines are wonderful Brenda, really really, but I thought it’d work better without the last two lines.
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Thanks for your input, Irene. I went round and round in my head about that….they seem redundant to me. I’ll leave them there now, but am thinking about it. Thanks again.
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I pulled two lines out, and like it better now. Thank you. 🙂
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I really liked the line “the sun’s slow erotic warming”…I’ve often found myself sitting on a sunny day wishing for a phrase to tell the truth of the sun’s feel on my skin…you’ve provided it. Thanks.
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Thanks once again for the good words to write by, Brenda. I like your poem that has such a positive feel. Yes, life is good.
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Ah Brenda, your love and intimate knowledge of place shines throughout this piece. You let each of us sit and breathe it in right along with you. Yes this is good!
Elizabeth
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Stunningly beautiful.
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This is beautifully crafted. I read, and re-read, the first line many times. Living in the mountains, with fog in the mornings, I can attest to your perfect capture of how that feels. This poem is beautiful throughout and the words are used so effectively that it’s wordle-ness disappears.
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I can live vicariously through your words, right? Beautiful and serene, Brenda.
http://lkharris-kolp.blogspot.com/2012/07/blanched.html
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…and I can live vicariously next door to Laurie, right? Always felling the strength of your voice, Bren. I appreciate this.
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… and I appreciate you!
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This is such a beautiful poem, Brenda! I felt like I was right there, enjoying the morning with you. Loved: “A rosy finch flings her voice scattering it through the branches of a proud ponderosa,” and “earth’s sweet curves.”
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It’s a wonderful feeling to be able to see and share mother nature’s blessings at her finest, isn’t it. I could almost feel that I was there, breathing it all in Brenda.
What a lovely wordle 🙂
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And it is good. It doesn’t have to be great. Good is well enough, all the wonderful natural images –
As Bill Cosby said in one of his recorded skits something to the effect of, God said it was Good, Man said it was great… The old great mechanical car rusts, but the good rabbit still runs.
I’m here:
http://julesgemsandstuff.blogspot.com/2012/07/sw-66-enchanted.html
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