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?

15 Comments:

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!

alan

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!


wowowowowooooooo*splat!*

Dang.
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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