Truth creates its own momentum.
Slick moisture left on south facing
walls of inner-city subway tunnels.
Phosphorescent mold lounging
in nooks like wetted hope. It sieves
fine and white in steamed passages. Rises,
cools, settles again. Coming back
transcended, as thick black lines of
melting tar on the playground heat up
and glaciers fall back across the land.
Posting w/ dverse poets on this breath-of-fresh-air day. May Happy be a large part of your New Year!
A TWINKLING STAR- BRIINGING A DASH OF HOPE, INSPIRATION AND LOVE IN YOUR EVERY DAY LIFE!
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wicked opening line…love the tranformative imagery in your verse as well….from the condensation to mold to tar…and then the retreating glaciers…very cool….hope happy finds you as well…smiles.
Oh, Jane, I love your glacier imagery here. Well done.
ah that ending is particularly great: “as thick black lines of
melting tar on the playground heat up
and glaciers tread backwards across the land.” – what an image! nice!
Loves the imagery in this. Wishing you a happy new year.
Clever visuals, “thick black lines of melting tar on the playground heat up” and the glaciers. Very nicely done
Slick moisture worn on south facing
walls of inner-city subway tunnels…an image that keeps the whole transcendent process so very grounded…wonderful images…and a happy new year to you as well jane
I couldn’t help but think that this was about the truth always coming out in the end. In your poem, you have it hiding in subways, in nooks and crannies, but then rising to change reality, as the truth does
Wonderful combinations and jumps here – great display of interconnectivity! Happy New Year! k.
There is not denying the signs of earth and mother nature.
…ooops, I meant, “No denying”, no denying the voice of earth — truth, indeed.
“Phosphorescent mold lounging
in nooks like wetted hope.” nice; I really like the idea of mold lounging.
Great visuals, Jane. Many blessings for you in 2013.
thank you, Lori. I’m sinking my feet into the year and looking forward to reading and writing poetry. cheers!!