* I ** I ** I *
over the rocks
licking the surfaces
leaving a trail of debris
the sky heaved another great sigh
the moon peaked from
casting it’s reflection on a restless pool
where it shimmied shining
He stood at the clearing
his profile caught in the night
Color, an uncommon cast of bright and dark which leave me contemplative thereafter, much like this vision.
Really nice work Nancy.
I dream in color to answer the question, then I went on this adventure with you all the way. I am hoping the silhouette with the long black braid, was a Cherokee Indian. i particularly like the last stanza,another wonderful trip with you.
Mind field – good. This was simply stunningly visuall. I kept wishing and hoping and the hopes came to light.
Very nice – beautiful language and imagery.
I dream in color.
Engrossing vision. The very last line, plenty clever, still puts me off track because it suggests “mine field” in a poem that is otherwise not linked to time in any way. The rest, evenly mesmerizing.
almost singed by the charcoal`s violent shimmer
a glimmer of rope
i cimbed for a better view
i did not notice the moon then
was to give you a soft landing
soft in the head
stone appals me
where you be
see in my fumbled-with seams
treading light and singing
tread on their screams
Well…. okay it’s a good poem. Dream in color? No more like sepia tone or kinetic scope vision also never in 3d or B/W. All my dreams are like watching a Charlie Chaplin movie.
I want to read more of the events preceding, both origins and circumstances of both parties.
I just found eyeball marbles! I thought I had lost them.
I was in the scene from the beginning and comfortably back out by the end.
You took me there and I was disappointed it ended when it did. I was ready for more. AS to my dreams, they are vivid, in full technicolour and I usually remember them. As to this piece of writing, it’s poetically, prosey to me and I enjoyed it.
Silly!—You can’t sneak-up on an Indian…!