From the dark stone of slumber,
stumbling out of ancient ruins
where the dogs bark for release,
the finger of a shadow across your eyes,
you walk out to the timberline.
With the wavering transience of a reflection in rainwater
you see the candlelight white of a deer’s tail
disappearing into the pine colored light,
unnoticed by dogs with noses to the ground.
Taking the hill with an awkward stride,
each frosting breath exhaled for its twin,
you notice the rushing bunching of clouds ahead of the storm
as the dogs, with noses now in the air, turn for home.
The almost cruel sting of bitter cold,
the resilience of high thin branches in the churning wind,
the rolling grace of horses painting the hillside brown,
the glazing rain trying to answer the murmuring rhetoric of the stream,
bring to mind questions that will trail you throughout the day –
Will unseen bones return as ghosts
Why such longing for vanished things
Must one moment murder the next
What is the purpose of the body’s dazzling dreams?
Though unable to discern the answers to these questions
you turn for home where you will write them in your book –
take them as a sign of possibility.
dVerse open link night…drop in for a cup of cheer
Morning, Timberline and Possibility
10 Tuesday Dec 2013
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ann said:
booyah. that’s it.
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Ina said:
Love it
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Ronald E. Shields said:
Thank you Ina.
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Björn Rudberg (brudberg) said:
Oh the imagery of a hunt (fruitless) the coldness and finally that return in an awsome last stanza.. very nicelly written Ron
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brian miller said:
nice…great capture of being in the moment out there in nature…all the fine detail really define what you do know and make a nice contrast in relation to the questions you raise…and they will be ones that we may never know this side of tomorrow…but do write them down…
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dreamersteve said:
“Must one moment murder the next” these words show the skill of a master..thank you for this poem it was enjoyable and a work of art my friend
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Ronald E. Shields said:
Thank you very much…this question is prompted by a line in Eamon Grennan’s Parents and Departing Trains, so I stand on the shoulders of a true master.
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scotthastiepoet said:
I like the depth of enquiry here in this piece Ronald and also the very feel of your ending:”take them as a sign of possibility…” Great! With Best Wishes Scott http://www.scotthastie.com
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Ronald E. Shields said:
Thank you so much Scott…All the best to you.
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Lauren said:
Wow. This needs to be in a journal…
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Ronald E. Shields said:
Thank you Lauren. I’ve never considered any of my poems journal-worthy…I really appreciate your comment.
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Lauren said:
If you’re interested, maybe take a look at Apple Valleyand see if you think it’s a fit? I like that they publish accessible narrative poetry and have a nice aesthetic and collection of poets. You might like it enough to send in a submission
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Lauren said:
Sorry my iPad hates me – apple valley review
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Ronald E. Shields said:
yes I believe iPads can be hateful creatures, yet we love them nonetheless. I did look at Apple Valley Review and I hope my poem will be a good fit for them…thank you so much for the help and encouragement.
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Heaven (@ScarletVerses) said:
I know that cruel sting of the bitter cold ~ Winter is actually a productive time for me to write ~ Good one ~
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claudia said:
ah nice… if we’re out in the nature, our mind starts wandering its own path at times…and thinks interesting thoughts… good to capture them..
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hypercryptical said:
A beautiful write and those perfect question asked and brilliant close.
Anna :o]
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