With coal colored fog
Like black lace draped over weary trees
Hunched slightly forward
Under the weight of the air,
This made me think that perhaps the tree was mourning something. Perhaps it is just me that thinks so, but either way your words painted an ethereal picture and were a delight to absorb.
Posted 10 Years Ago
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10 Years Ago
Thank you for your kind words. Really, it is only whatever you, as the reader, take out of the poem .. read moreThank you for your kind words. Really, it is only whatever you, as the reader, take out of the poem that truly matters. For me, I put the words down and see where the audience takes them.
The title...the words...your imagery, it is all so melancholy and perplexing. My favorite line:
Like black lace draped over weary trees
I can picture a wet fog so wet and a sky so dark, it becomes an imaginary blanket for the woods. What an ethereal magic you created. This is art made out of words!
I get the picture. I see the painting you try to evoke. Perhaps because I live with a forest making up half my property it is very easy for me to connect with your descriptors. Having said that, I've never seen both fog and rain at the same time...
Still and all, you make it clear that this is an action poem. I happen to like it. Even if it were a metaphor.
Posted 10 Years Ago
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10 Years Ago
Thank you. Perhaps my fog would better be termed a cloud drifting below the treeline.
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