A Poem In Its Infancy

"May 19, 2009"

Swallows,
like nymphs and children,
can catch a midsummer breeze
and frolic

on the lightest wind.


And in a good autumn gust
even the ravens
put aside their Nevermores
to play with Elsewhere

for a while.


But today
the hot winds blew so hard
that three vultures
over a field of last year's stubbled corn,
set aside their slow circling
mortal cycle

to dance.

5 comments:

Jen said...

Beautiful!

The Six of Us said...

I agree. That is beautiful!

Janine the Bean said...

Keep going.

You write the words. I may write the music...and dance as I play my guitar.

;)

Jen said...

Janine,
I was thinking you would put the words in a card and start some competition with Hallmark!

(Have you seen "Waking Ned Divine")

Janine the Bean said...

Oooh, Yes! I haven't seen it in a while though.

I liked it!

Nothing worse than a poet being reduced to Hallmark cards though. Poor, poor, sad poet.