November rumination
wild turkeys scuttle
through bare-limbed woods, the cold wind
cruel as a blade's edge
autumn's crisp leaves snitch
whispering betrayals in
the winter wind's ear
under brittle skies
what secrets lie in wait to
trip the likes of you?
posted by MB at 3:33 PM
13 Comments:
Yes, this one is sharp and wonderful. I like the idea of being tripped by the hidden secrets.
Beautifully expressed, MB. Your winter wind reminded me of one of my own...
Well, I sure hope those chatty leaves don't talk to the wrong people!!! Life could become very "brittle"!! I love it!!
I like this very much. Sharp and slightly dangerous. It has an air of something out of a fairy tale.
My only remaining secrets in life are the ones I share "here"!
Beautiful words, worlds and thoughts as always!
alan
love the atmosphere in this
looks like we were both out in the cold today
(no wild turkeys in scotland tho) :)
oh, this gives me shivers for various reasons... great stuff!
"Transparent as in you can see through it, or transparent as in invisible?"
-Terry Pratchett.
Que j'aime cette photo !
Cet arbre qui s'élance vers le ciel est magnifique !
Un grand bravo !
mb...enjoyed this poem, and the closing is fantastic: "what secrets lie in wait to
trip the likes of you?"
Indeed, it is these very secrets that drive life. They spark our poetry, makes us smile, bring a tear, and always put a puzzled look on our faces.
Ahhhh, really, really fine!
wowowowowooooooo*splat!*
Dang.
Another secret met the likes of me...
I'll be thinking about that question for the rest of the day.
Charlie, you seem to have picked up on the sense of mischief I had in writing this poem.
Beth, thanks, I'm glad you enjoyed it.
Pauline, I liked reading about yours!
Pat, I think I'll stick with peanut brittle if I can! Thanks!
Mary, thanks. You've put your finger on it nicely. It all began with the turkeys, of course!
Alan, thanks so much for all you do share.
Floots, I confess a secret: I didn't see any turkeys, only imagined them. Started out thinking along the lines of Thanksgiving.
Polona, me too! I never know where a poem will lead.
Michelle, thanks!
Zhoen, perfect!
Jean, merci! Ces arbres sont dehors de la maison.
Don, nice to see you here. I enjoyed your take on secrets!
Lori, you made me laugh!
Patry, it's an interesting one, isn't it?
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