To Listen to Music While Reading this Poem, just Click Here!
Click Here To add this poem to your "Voting Possibilities" list!
He Loved the Hunt In late October’s early dawn damp sticks hiss, flames rage, his rifle barrel and scope poised. We knew the scent of sage Earth’s faded jade under heavy skies antlers smoothest beige, leaves unfasten from the branch. We knew the scent of sage Winds scrub aspen’s emerald stole grouse strut mottled plumage, the plains gather taupe and bone. We knew the scent of sage Quiet pebbles of rain drop on earth’s thirsty visage. Autumn serenity hurries by. We knew the scent of sage Sun calms the brittle air with rays duck’s wedge in V’s image, tumbleweeds skip and roll. We knew the scent of sage Echoes fold upon the life I’ve known, footprints seek a passage where simple brooks and prairie meet. I miss the scent of sage. and you. |
This Poem was Critiqued By: Duane J Jackson On Date: 2008-11-07 19:40:24
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
Hi Marilyn,
The vote is about to close and i'm doing a quick sweep to check to ensure i haven't missed anything i would want to have read before voting. This is a very well-written piece with a good glow, verbiage and is rich with images. i can feel from the read that this came from a very sensitive portion of your heart. I did feel that the line 'we knew the scent of sage can be reduced....only to be repeated after every second verse...'
Take care,
Duane.