Dead still
morning
boots print noiseless tracks
in roadside powder
pink glow rims the horizon
star-spattered sky
Frost crystals twinkle in the moonlight
The frozen lake is speaking again
creaks
Blurbps
reverberations from depths beneath the ice
sonorous and eerie likewhales talking
powerlines reply
icy-crisp
extraterrestrial
chatter and buzz
An owl comments from nearby trees
adding quavery staccato to the conversation.
I pause and listen
They're speaking my language
3 comments:
I like the poem form better... lends itself more naturally to onomatopoeia. Did you write that this morning?
-katie
I like the poem.
Have you thought of writing a song from it? Perhaps using elements of it, or even just expanding on the last line. . .
-Lisa
Thank you two soo much for the feedback!! I hadn't thought of making it a song, but now that you mention it maybe I will....I'm in a writing mood lately. btw...Katie I found Chris's and Jon's blogs through yours on livejournal, think I might post a hello....
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