In Spite of the Gloom
Oak leaves
as big as hands
shine as if they’d
been painted
with polyurethane,
Fog, transparent
enough to see through,
settles like kneeling
parishioners in the pews
of pine trees.
I sit
inside the yellow sun
of our camper
typing letters
into words,
linking words
into sentences,
then watch as they
braid themselves
into this poem.
19 comments:
This was gorgeous...you captured a moment in such a visual way. I felt like I was right there!
Creating it as you go along. Enjoyed this.
I'm definitely glad you had time to write this. :D
loved the descriptiveness, the turn into the creative exercise of writing.
you can turn anything into a poem... and a good one at that!!
This was indeed lovely !! a bright picture painted in words :)
Dude! This is awesome! I love it! My favorite this week (so far at least, I have about 12 more tabs open on my browser!)
I love the description and the way it takes us from out in the woods to our very own moment of reading...
Happy 3WW!
enjoyed this - 'oak leaves big as hands' nice line.. words braiding themselves, nice image
As I was reading, I was picturing my wife crocheting. Creating from something simple.
You created from something simple and it was equally beautiful. Thank you for sharing your vision.
Lovely! Love the image of words braiding themselves!
Have a great time! :)
Wow.....
I like this. Very vivid.
A snap of time - beautifully done!
I love the setting and wish I were there.
Love the thought process, and the image of 'the pews of pine trees'.
beautiful and unique images!
Gorgeous. Simply gorgeous.
I like how visual the poem is, and how well it flows.
wonderful poem! :)
nicely done! :)
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