Saturday, October 22, 2011

Forests & trees


















Capturing the moon, elusive
as the big tableau.
























That's a lie, for there it lords,
a Klieg light, violent, brushing,



















sticking as tar on thought, on pulse. On three?
As with pitch, cannot be scrubbed clean
























so one, & two, slip
during third shift, & drift
























until distance, & it nests no more.
But it will always crawl, even a little.
























& I cast my glass, for a time,
on the smaller hallways.   

10 comments:

ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...

Very fine word-pictures, R.G.
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Laura said...

That was beautiful. :) Really.

((Hugs))
Laura

Jim H. said...

A gibbous moon through leafless trees
Evening in Clevelandia
Reflections

Randal Graves said...

if, the pictures, even with that grain, exceed the fortune-cookie words.

laura, can I have some money?

jim, verily I tricked thee, only a few were evening (wish I had a high-end camera to nab that damn moon better).

Tom Harper said...

Forests AND trees? Cool. People are always telling me I can't see one for the other.

okjimm said...

//& I cast my glass, for a time,
on the smaller hallways.//

.... that was good. I liked it. but I can't get in the habit of saying nice things about you.

S.W. Anderson said...

"& I cast my glass, for a time,
on the smaller hallways."

An act for which janitors and cleaning ladies will forever curse you, I'm sure. Casting your glass into a Dumpster would be more considerate. Well, unless there's a diver in there. ;)

Beach Bum said...

Good stuff!

Capturing the moon, elusive
as the big tableau.


Back in the late 60's always thought I would be making weekend trips there by now. This future sucks hind tit.

thatgirl said...

oh those blues and lavenders are lovely. Zombie Harry Clarke approves.

susan said...

Who said a white man can't photograph the blues?