because while some truths lend themselves to equations, others are best described in verse


herons stalk the edge of
civilization; the river
sings a marbled song
of fire and forgotten glory while
the sun casts about the rapids;  geese
fish from the shallows, men
from the bridge.  stones bake;
clouds come and go
like the old women searching
the banks for change and lost
youth while a train slows
with its mourner’s whistle and i
lean in on the verge of
wildness, watching.

5 responses

  1. very cool
    very evokative
    conjures thoughts of decay and the way nature reinhabits the faded edges of so-called civilization

    May 31, 2010 at 11:08 am

    • thanks, ray, for stopping by as always; you got what i was aiming for, dead-on.


      June 3, 2010 at 4:58 pm

  2. I like you style of writing. How the words appear disjoint yet flow. Reminds of Bob Dylan…

    June 24, 2010 at 11:32 am

  3. It’s been a long while since I responded emotionally and intellectually to poetry/a poet. Thank you for this.

    July 9, 2010 at 9:29 pm

    • laura,
      thanks for stopping by. this comment means a lot coming from a writer such as yourself. i found your own site quite impressive, and i’ve added you to my list of blogs here on wordpress to keep an eye on. 🙂


      July 10, 2010 at 12:00 pm


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