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Rising
by Glenn CurrierAlmost crippled by its corpulence,
the boar lumbers headlong
into the dark gray waters
sinking slowly into the depths.
In her gleaming white gown
the maiden rises slowly
from her bed
and disappears in the distance.
Two knights swag
tired from their fight
swords sagging and fusing
their soft edges into the plain.
Halting these sweet moments
of lazy reverie
a plane streaks straight through
the blue donut hole in the clouds. 06/03/2008 Posted on 06/03/2008
Copyright © 2025 Glenn Currier
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charles E Minshall on 06/03/08 at 07:22 PM Slowly reading your poem I enjoyed reading every line....CharMin |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 06/04/08 at 01:10 AM Snapshots from a wandering mind! Daydreaming posted! |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 06/04/08 at 02:17 AM Easily standing as a poem on its own, each stanza brings a definite rise Glenn in this fellow traveller's psyche. Good to read you again old friend. :) |
| Posted by Alisa Js on 06/24/08 at 09:01 PM Astonishing visuals in this piece.. aloha..;-) |
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