Monday, March 31, 2008

even in darkest woods

in the gloomy spaces
between tree trunks
flakes of light, hovering
here a slanting light shaft, broken
there a twig tip
triumphantly illuminated

4 comments:

farmlady said...

I needed to recite this poem inside the MRI tube at the hospital yesterday. With closed eyes, I thought of gardenspeak and my dogs.Hospital tests suck(I'm sure this sounds nicer in German).
Your poem is so true and very good.

castlewon said...

practical application for poems! (are you all right?) (no, actually Germans like to use English swear words too :-) (not that that was a swear word)

farmlady said...

Yes, so far I'm Ok. This is a very long story. I'll write a poem about it someday soon...., and it was a swear word.
Germans use English swear words. That's funny. I've always thought we had good ones: They're so to the point.

castlewon said...

I'll be looking forward to your poem(s)...