Goodbye Distracted by the search for words. Attic Relics The old street A man selling hot pretzels, peanuts from a cart. Letters, photos tied into bundles. There should be a word, to throw over the shoulder like salt or rice for luck. *** This Light …is mint green through the trees, a red splash across the clouds, golden strands skimming open fields; If love is not enough at least there is this light. *** The Beach The Day: Oh what comes on the wind. What air, what light can do to a day. The lighthouse, all whitewash schoolhouse red. The Dream: When wind and light diminish I dream white rocks stained red, fire, flames and whirling flesh.
Three Imagist Poems
08 Saturday Mar 2014
Lovely imagist poems, lovely poems. They are all wonderful–I found the second most moving I guess- almost like Japanese poetry in its sudden widening to a broader perspective. k.
Winding Stream Press said:
Zinger, Wow endings. Strong imagery. Thank you.
the first reads like lyrics, Ron. well, they all do… ~