Hermetic oxen pull the plow in the clearing of choked roots we walk behind with reins in hands...I swear, by the light of the moon and the braid of sweetgrass burning in the censer, the vision of corral built with sisal rope from Mayan jungle and temple and stone statues commissioned of women, wildhorses and lust in their primal sense...
Wow! Such a panoramic view, feast for the senses, mystery and myriad of feeling, oscillating between exhileration and fear, in just 17 syllables. If there was a competition for such a thing, this would surely be a winner! This is almost like a bullet between the eyes - startling, Carolyn! Excellent write. Kate xx
My book of poetry is being redone by me, I have a beautiful cover designed and the book will have a few more than 200 poems in it. I am going to have it printed on demand here in Canada. When it is done I will let you know when it is done and if anyo
A further collection of poems, many from years in the Middle East, but also the California San Francisco and Central Coast areas (Santa Cruz, Carmel, Big Sur, Berkeley, etc.).
If you tend to believe romantic, passionate, masculine poetry is a thing of past eras, read "She Intrigues Me," and be swept away in the beautiful craft of a contemporary poet of love.
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Reindeer
Powerful Haiku, strong imagery.
warm hugs
Elga
Excellent resonance..
Peter