Thursday, February 18, 2010

Shooting Darkness Dead

A catkin 
pregnant with 
fresh hope
waiting the awakening 
of spring 
a release
a birth

Seeing light
on the edge of darkness
shooing shadows
from the corners 

blood red 
grows wild 
ever since 

Delicate tendrils, whisps of bang
blowing in the eyes of the sun
pistachio green miniatures 
heavy tresses  
long and proud
a waterfall racing
splashing to the ground 

who dares climb it?


laurie said...

Makes me want to be there.....actually, makes me want to go outside and discover....thanks for sharing your talent...

Maureen said...

What a beautiful image of the thorn that is. I like the picture of the catkin, too.

Your description of "pistachio green miniatures. . . soon becoming heavy tresses" is wonderful. A very nice play on Rapunzel!

Erin said...

I am longing for spring looking at these pictures. Today I took photos of icicles. It'll be another month or two before spring really takes hold of Iowa. Glad I can share yours. :)

Nitewrit said...

Illustrations of the words and words illustrating the illustrations. Very neat.


Phoenix-Karenee said...

I wanted to thank you for stopping by, and to let you know my poem was rooted in the past and ended with the solution which has brought me to a present place where God's grace always shines visibly to me even in the worst of times. Your comment opened my eyes to how gloomy the poem could seem. Heh.

And then, of course, it is always a pleasure to see others ramble through the joys of God's creation, and this visit is all the more a blessing because the photos so beautifully illustrate promises and hope.

S. Etole said...

it's the thorn and its words and the ending line ...

Kathleen said...

Happy Spring. I'm so glad you picked up the Rapunzel part, Maureen.
Karen, I'm melancholy - glad you're through to the other side.
Thanks Susan, Nitwrit, Erin and Laurie. :) Try and enjoy the outdoors, it does a body good.