- Non-Erotic Poetry
- The inverted logic of trees
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Click hereSpring,
naked black fingers
tickle the sky to weep rain
and laugh sunshine
Summer,
while we shed our leaves
they wrap themselves sweaty
in forest green cardigans
Autumn,
to falling mercury bars
their blankets rust
and are cast aside
Winter,
naked black limbs
surrendered again to ice
suffer in silence
// Kacper 2004 //
- COMMENTS
WickedEveover 19 years agoand it's a very good poem. I'm not sure about naked black fingers and naked black limbs. Though, you are saying that naked black limbs surrender again, which ties in with the first stanza, so I suppose using naked black twice works.
*No longer using the thermometer.
BlueskyBeautyalmost 20 years agosome would say a metaphor overused maybe, but dang you painted images so well..ending with winters silent chill.
i really thought this was wonderful.
