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remembrance
by Kathleen Wilsonwhich bird are you
swift flock and a few lingering
what deep swoop
swirl of flight
tilt of white into wind
closer closer to the peaks
snowcaps mirroring our bodies now
deep green our memory
deep red our loves
purple our mountain nested lives
paths drawn along the foothills weÂ’ve
followed before we
knew the intricacies of pine
and trails weÂ’ve left
for waterfalls
and clear pools under them
cold clarity
enso drawn our imperfect beginnings
weÂ’ve nested on thin dark stems
now coast low reflecting
rattle late pods
with brush of wing
11/13/2008 Author's Note: published California Quarterly, California State Poetry Society, Vol 35, #2 (2009)
also
Poets on Site for Henry Fukuhara, December 7, 2008
Posted on 11/14/2008
Copyright © 2024 Kathleen Wilson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 11/14/08 at 06:00 AM There's so much interesting photography going on in your mind. I'm glad you're sharing it with us. |
| Posted by Mary Frances Spencer on 11/14/08 at 07:39 AM Wow! I see this as a painting! Beautiful! MFS |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 11/14/08 at 07:31 PM Change, simplicity, discovery..and the enso,the perfect image to represent this. The beauty of the poems says...."dicover for yourself" Brava, dear poet. Thanks. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 11/14/08 at 07:32 PM "we’ve nested on thin dark stems now coast low reflecting rattle late pods with brush of wing" - fav lines in this very visual and stimulating poem.
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| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 12/20/08 at 02:26 AM I agree with Mary Frances. Very much a verbal painting, and quite beautiful at that. |
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