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Dancing Distance
by A. Paige White Spanish moss drips from limbs and leaf
an oak clothed
with tiny leaves like magnolias
one limb fallen, the rotten hole a haven
for sand crabs that scuttle up from the river bank
Foam amoebas, large and small, float upstream in high tide drifts
on the surface of muted liquid earth colors
06/24/2007 Author's Note: Our silence grows...
Posted on 06/25/2007
Copyright © 2024 A. Paige White
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Genevieve Sturrock on 06/25/07 at 11:26 AM i have always loved spanish moss and regret it does not grow where i live. |
| Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 07/22/07 at 05:57 AM An unusual mood and title, atmospheric and suggestive--the distance and silence of "muted colors" overgrowth and watery sufaces. Has the feeling of hidden meanings. |
| Posted by Don Matley on 08/11/07 at 03:06 PM This poem s like a painting, A masterpiece of imagery. Love it. |
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