10.08.08

Life in the Woods

Posted in poetry at 2:59 pm by islandashley

In the cold falling of autumn
one true thought leaps up like a spark
like a defiant child
young and vigorous
birthed in my upper womb

Deliberately I choose
I follow the trajectory of this spark
seeing things from bottom to top
digging from cellar to ceiling

And I find I am no sibyl
no seer for all of my seeing

But in the here and now
what do any of us want to know
except who we love
and why

4 Comments »

  1. Scott Ennis said,

    October 8, 2008 at 3:17 pm

    Autumn is the season for poetry. I like your non-traditional approach to it. Life and love when most of us are writing about loss and decay. Well done.

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  2. islandashley said,

    October 8, 2008 at 4:15 pm

    Hi Scott, thank you very much.

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  3. Jo Dangerously said,

    October 8, 2008 at 4:32 pm

    I am in love with your last stanza. Excellent!

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  4. islandashley said,

    October 8, 2008 at 11:35 pm

    Hi Jo, thanks! Your magazine looks quite interesting.

    Reply

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