Clumsy dreams rattle her blood
crossing the land, turning to sand
like ground glass glittering through infinity’s curves.
Winter won’t listen to the sound of her name,
and shattering axes cleave dreams that vanish in vain.
Lost sky settles over a desert oasis set against stone,
where lodge pole pine trees rub their moan.
Brenda Warren 2014
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This is quite a fine poem, and “ground glass glittering through infinity’s curves” is so good.
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This is positively haunting Brenda…I love the idea of trees being able to “rub their moan”…it’s delicious.
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Such a familiar-ness to the mood, a fitting offering on Mother’s Day. Nice.
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Some really lovely sounds in this poem, Brenda. I hope you had a wonderful Mother’s day.
Pamela ox
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what a beautiful rhythmic flow…love that winter stanza…
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Also like the ground glass glittering. This flows smooth and easily and with wonderful imagery. Can’t ask for more than that,
Elizabeth
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“shattering axes cleave dreams” is an extremely visual combination. A brilliant piece in all!
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Love the poem, especially the last image you leave us with…
‘Lost sky settles over a desert oasis set against stone,
where lodge pole pine trees rub their moan.’
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I love the line about the shattering axes.. a lot of nice rhythm and internal rhymes here…
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I’m with Viv on the glass line.
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A classic way of saying in not so many words! Great write Brenda!
Hank
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Beautifully written! Sadly, many dreams turn to sand.
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This is beautifully written, Brenda… I especially like:
shattering axes cleave dreams that vanish in vain.
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How callous of winter not to listen to the sound of her name! Perhaps spring will?
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The first line surely is a belter..and the imagery and intensity sustained until the final word..let’s hope for an oasis
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Such a seemingly easy way of putting the words together, though I know it must have taken a lot of effort! Wonderful!
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You last line is magnificent and crowns the whole work.
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Wow you’re early! I haven’t even looked at the words. I love this line: ” like ground glass glittering through infinity’s curves”.
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