~ Winds of Change ~
A sudden gust of restless air
came out of the north
swirling around with static fingers
filled with the heat of change
and rising up off the sun-scorched blacktop
are shimmering heat ghosts
haunting the morning air
the images could have been a mirage
the furnace heat was distorting
making them ripple
as if they were a reflection
seeming to evaporate
before your eyes
then reappearing
in the hard light of day
undulating as if on a wild glissade
second by second, gaining speed
threatening the day’s balance
a haunting restlessness
ripples across my skin
arriving on the unexpected
winds of change
Carole Mathys
May 8, 2009
Have a great day
Ray { Not a Poet }
has always been inspirational... Carole
You take the beauty within your heart and soul
and scribe it on the parchment before
For us to awe upon, as we review your wonderful work
Love & Peace be with you
William
the palette of ideas herein really move!
well done, as always,
carolyn
Georg
Be always safe,
Karen
Regis
and assimilated in the course of a poet's day.
At least, Carole, that's how I read and feel and
enjoy this marvelous poem. -gene.
I felt like I was watching ghosts dancing,as you wrote, Carole! Kudo's!
love,
eileen
Milton
Tremendous intensity and energy in this poem from first line to last, never letting up, driving on and on, "a haunting restlessness" is perfect for its summary.
John
hugs
fee