Text SketchA Poem by Donald MeikleTo create a picture two or three faint lines are drawn To establish the perspective of what's yet unseen To let eyes to travel easily and harmoniously over it. Like smoke rising over a newborn mist of valley A wisp of curving cloud catches at wing tip of a circling hawk A bubbling stream racing down to awake a sleeping village On the edge of water and golden gorse a tall full antlered buck Watching his mate of the moment steal a last bite Before they both flee the coming bright of day The wind rises to erase the picture even as it forms Whipping the smoke to haze Taking the wisp of cloud and blowing dust into the eyes of the prey the hawk is watching driving his breakfast back into the ground. Carrying unpleasant scents to the spring toed deer As white tails bounce into secret woods A picture in time presented by a blinded artist with a lute Or an all seeing explosive man Who cannot tell you how his mind can rhyme Or reason from one moment to the next Another sketch in text © 2009 Donald MeikleReviews
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6 Reviews Added on November 2, 2009 AuthorDonald MeikleHalifax, MAAboutLiverpool born,USNavy vet. Enjoying first marriage. three daughters, (two bathrooms) one until they left. (a tree that loves me) Poet thru geneology) Scot Irish. Living in New England more..Writing
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