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by Maureen GlaudeTo stand here
alone,
finding a foothold
between hollows in the snow
iced patio stones
and the character of
eerie shadows
caught guilty beneath
a single compromising porchlight
over the back field
behind
the old house,
listening to the carols of monotone
drips from the aluminum
eavesdroughing
land on ice,
sloughs of roof snow surprise
in ghostly reminder of audience,
is to begin to hear the
hush.
Here where nothing moves
except a cat or squirrel,
no voice, no ring, no hum of
computer,
shadows of sounds remain.
12/15/2003
Posted on 12/21/2004
Copyright © 2024 Maureen Glaude
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 12/21/04 at 07:52 PM Mo, you've captured the symphonic sounds of nature with awe and inspiration. Your words are mesmerizing. One suggestion - is "eavesdroughting" supposed to be eavesdropping? I loved the whole poem, it lulled me into a quiet moment of communication with the environment.
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| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 12/22/04 at 06:11 PM Not sure about the last three lines, but everything else gives me strong, haunting and lonely images of your back yard in Winter. I agree with Darren, really like the style and tone of writing here such as: the carols of monotone drips from the aluminum
eavesdroughing land on ice |
| Posted by Charles E Minshall on 12/26/04 at 10:15 PM I enjoyed reading this very much Mo. Nice writing...Charlie |
| Posted by Jane E Pearce on 12/29/04 at 05:51 PM What a painting-I was there as I read. Don't change anything. The last 3 lines fit in well. |
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