Friday, March 6, 2009

The Cracking




This solitary woman

with her two-fisted

words smooth as ice

plunged among the brittle

trunks of prattling trees.


Their silence sent skittering

under a twang of gray sky

full of thoughts and nerves.



Thanks for staying with me everyone. I promise I'll visit soon.

14 comments:

Marty said...

Glad to see you are back...

petra michelle; Whose role is it anyway? said...

Powerful imagry!

Michelle said...

Yay! I check here from time to time, glad to see you're back! Missed ya!

jyotsana said...

eloquent imagery... hope everythings fine...any idea where lady blue is? i thought u knew her personally.

jyotsana said...

hi whiterose,
you've been away for so long...is everything fine?
i am waiting for you to come back. ypur presence matters.

rebecca said...

I always find your descriptions in poetry to be so unique. Language. Words. They are all there for one to create and put together. Seems so simple; yet not. And yet you do it so beautifully and dramatically that you make it seem effortless.

Cynthia said...

A powerful poem about a powerful
woman, a natural Goddess. Hope you are feeling well White Rose.

Id it is said...

Still angry and so solitary...

Good to see the stray post though...

Hang in there as this too shall pass...

Raw Food Diva said...

you have such a pretty blog......
thank you!

SunShine said...

For myself...these are sturdy words describing silent anger and how it can eat you up inside.

janetleigh said...

Wow, White Rose. I love this - especially the last 3 lines! I love what those words choices sound in my mouth as I read this aloud. This is just great work. Kudos!

beth said...

You have posted wonderful pictures on the blog that is appreciated.

The Snappy Sparrow said...

wow.. i like this one..

S. Thomas Summers said...

Beautiful blog.

S. Thomas Summers

www.thelintinmypocket.wordpress.com
a poet's blog