Saturday, January 10, 2009

Quartina for TOP

Get Me Out of Here

The bald face of Mt. Forist,
powdered with snow,
grins at me like a clown
grabbing attention away from the blue.

I need space to chase the blues,
to find my way out of the forest.
Like all claustrophobics know,
being enclosed is nothing to clown

around about. I hate clowns
and mountains. The wind that blew
last night got caught in the forest
of hills choking me, flinging snow

into my lungs. I’m breathing snow-
y death. I dream of that summer clown—
the sun sparkling on miles of ocean blue,
wide open spaces, a shorn forest.

I yearn for rest from walls of snow.
I’m a stuck jack-in-the-box clown and I’m blue.


anthonynorth said...

Great words - and spring will be along soon. Honest.

totomai said...

can we skip winter? lol.

wonderfully written.

Sweet Talking Guy.. said...

Yeah, well done I'm glad you did the quartina and so beautifully too!

Pam said...

It was great to read your quartina and I enjoyed how you bridged some of the repeats between two words. Very creative.

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