Free verse № 98002
Thaw
Walking past the ice-logged dam
I catch that heady smell coming off the ledge:
wet earth swollen with velevt flesh,
a welling promise amidst all this mess, this melt.
I lift my eyes to rounding mounds of exploding growth
tumefying like bonsai'd mountains, forested dense.
Green and sweet, it speaks to me of softness, so
I press against its pile, flatten gently,
test for spring.
13 comments
must needs add spellcheckerthingamyisthing. :/
I like "bonsai'd mountains" but don't see how it really fits. I want that in a poem all its own.
I like the image and feeling overall, though.
Oddly, tumefying did not mean at all what I was guessing it would.
Think capitalising after a full stop??!!
Of course I could not possibly have found this poeme utterly without voice and containing crystal lane swift esque abstractions.
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