Backlit clouds hint
at the presence of the day star
illuminating stones beneath our feet.
Shallow light rustles mist
over autumn’s raspy grasses
saturating chills beneath our skin.
Our old dogs lag behind
on this journey toward shelter
panting stiffness beneath their stride.
Thunder pushes our shoulders low
until roofed walls open protection.
Screaming sister wind
whips rain like trains
on tracks against the sky,
and we worship the time we are given.
Brenda Warren 2013
This is a gem, in rhythm, atmosphere and those words…I mean all stanzas are so good…ooh those cracks and tracks…..but also that 2nd stanza…my my!
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Lovely words Brenda, especially taken with ‘panting stiffness beneath their stride.’
Anna :o]
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Oh, yes. I like this.
=)
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We do, and must before it’s too late. The grasses have spoken through your inspiring words.
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Great imagery!
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Full marks for rasping grasses – what a lovely combination of sounds!
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Gorgeous, Brenda. I especially like the last two stanzas.
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Beautifully done aptly in the classic poetic language. Great word craft Brenda!
Hank
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Lovely imagery!
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this is just such a great image for life as well…our walks sometimes in the storm and thankful for the time we got…
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“and we worship the time we are given.”
Any shelter in a storm becomes a castle.
He becomes king–and you QUEEN…
and the time allowed therin is precious.
Nice “take” on the prompt, and thanks for visiting mine!
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“day star
illuminating stones beneath our feet.”
LOVE this. And, OH, this:
“Screaming sister wind
whips rain like trains
on tracks against the sky”
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Thunder pushes our shoulders low, I really enjoyed your Storm! Bravo!
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I can hear those raspy grasses…
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you have caught this season so perfectly….welldone!
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really wonderful; have a nice Sunday
much love…
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I like the raspy grasses. Autumn is always my favorite season since it seems like a metaphor for living on borrowed, finite time.
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Gorgeous
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