- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Morning Blues
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Tall reeds along the shore – the waving plumes
that saw her slender form come down the path
and missed the hollow grief behind her eyes
at least saw this: before she crossed the line
where night and morning meet, where paling sky
is mirrored in the gap the boat will use
to pick up passengers, she took a sheet
of paper from her sleeve and slowly read
while she stood motionless, then shook her head
and tore it up. The tiny bits were tossed
upon the surface of the glassy dawn
and scattered – white petals killed by frost.
- COMMENTS
greenmountaineeralmost 12 years agoOutstanding example of blank verse, Demure, to which I'm partial when done with craft. This one has it. Imagery, diction, and a climactic ending. My only quibble is "waving plumes" in the first line felt too extapolated for me. I think if there is any place where one perhaps should be more descriptive than inferential, it's in the first line or two. It took me a second reading to get my head wrapped around "waving plumes" to see the connection with what followed. However, still a strong five in my book.
DawnJalmost 12 years agoI feel her pain! Poor lady! The last line is a picture of her heart, isn't it? Poignant!
