Wednesday, November 15, 2006

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?


Blogger charlie said...

Plenty, mb, plenty. And don't you just love the word 'snitch'?

11/15/2006 4:00 PM  
Anonymous beth said...

Yes, this one is sharp and wonderful. I like the idea of being tripped by the hidden secrets.

11/15/2006 4:23 PM  
Blogger Pauline said...

Beautifully expressed, MB. Your winter wind reminded me of one of my own...

11/15/2006 5:03 PM  
Blogger Pat Paulk said...

Well, I sure hope those chatty leaves don't talk to the wrong people!!! Life could become very "brittle"!! I love it!!

11/15/2006 9:00 PM  
Blogger Mary said...

I like this very much. Sharp and slightly dangerous. It has an air of something out of a fairy tale.

11/15/2006 10:55 PM  
Blogger alan said...

My only remaining secrets in life are the ones I share "here"!

Beautiful words, worlds and thoughts as always!


11/16/2006 2:01 AM  
Blogger floots said...

love the atmosphere in this
looks like we were both out in the cold today
(no wild turkeys in scotland tho) :)

11/16/2006 10:59 AM  
Blogger polona said...

oh, this gives me shivers for various reasons... great stuff!

11/16/2006 1:18 PM  
Blogger la vie en rose said...

great question!

11/16/2006 2:42 PM  
Blogger zhoen said...

"Transparent as in you can see through it, or transparent as in invisible?"

-Terry Pratchett.

11/16/2006 5:35 PM  
Blogger Jean said...

Que j'aime cette photo !
Cet arbre qui s'élance vers le ciel est magnifique !
Un grand bravo !

11/17/2006 3:37 AM  
Blogger Don Iannone said...

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.

11/17/2006 4:16 AM  
Blogger Lori Witzel said...

Ahhhh, really, really fine!


Another secret met the likes of me...

11/17/2006 5:10 AM  
Blogger Patry Francis said...

I'll be thinking about that question for the rest of the day.

11/17/2006 7:29 AM  
Blogger MB said...

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?

11/21/2006 10:23 AM  

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