Friday, February 22, 2008

after the storm

the interstate spreads its din
to the far walls of the canyon
but the river can't hear it
riding her high horse through town
foam flecks flying

2 comments:

farmlady said...

Your imagery is amazing. Sometimes I don't really understand what you're saying but there is a constant similarity of feeling in your poems. "A poem should not mean but be" is a favorite quote of mine. So it is not as important that the reader understand as read and be somehow changed because of what was read. Direction..." and there! four pronghorn" I see that. "... foam flecks flying" I see that too.
Please try some 5-7-5 Haiku. I'm sure you will amaze yourself and others.

castlewon said...

Thank you.
Apparently I don't think in haiku. I've tried them, but never like the result.