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My Reverie I left the path, and walked to cliff’s edge, this rugged landscape an imposing sight. Pallets of umber, crimson and jade, a twisting river in canyon’s bottom snakes its way to oxbow and disappears. A strange quiet possesses the hills, bunches of boulders sit atop bluffs reaching for sky like blunt fists, whispers of wind climb to drifting clouds. I sit very still, inhaling scents of moss and twilight. Streaks of lichen on lips of stone lend softness to the robust scene. A near dead pine leans over the cliff, bare trunk split by lightening fingers, twisted roots like spindly legs, clutching. Shadows feeding on light stretch across the tundra as night slowly wraps itself around this craggy beauty. I succumb to sounds of quietude. An eerie sensation envelops me, intuitive understanding of ages past. Hushed voices hover aloft Chanting of gods and mankind Alive in my reverie |
This Poem was Critiqued By: Nancy Ann Hemsworth On Date: 2006-05-02 17:56:45
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.80952
I love descriptive poetry, and this is no excepting! what wonderful images you give the reader in your detailed descriptions of the landscape. Beautiful word choices here "Streaks of lichen on lips of stone
lend softness to the robust scene." as all through the piece. The end stanza gives a undetected twist, making this come alive and layering it. I love the mention of the "gods" and "spirits" and mankind. When I read this line I could almost here them, in the wind in your reverie.