Snapshot 05 December 02005

Four days without cigarettes
    and how can I whine
        when dry
snow drifts in the cold and the sea
    takes one hundred and fifty
        thousand. I pull my
quilts around me, this knitted
    scarf, this crocheted
        hat, these dogs
to keep me warm with no need
    to think of eating them.
        The sea now peopled
with inedible creatures, half-fish half-
    human. One does not
        fork the flesh
of one's brother. The animals ran
    before them to high
        ground and hidden
places, elephants clambering
    with their great sensitive feet
        away away
from the trembling earth
    and the demoned sea. Juncos
        peck at the seed
I've scattered on snow.
    Siskins wait at the feeder.
        Will those who are left
grow into disappointment
    that none are who
        they lost this day?
Or will they find
    in each other
        some consoling love?

This one needs much more work, but, as usual, you get what I have.

Comments

[msdedi]

I so love your poetry, thank you

[Kimberly]

That's lovely. Thank you.

And good luck with quitting smoking.

[deb]

Lovely, indeed...

Congrats on 4 days, SB. You're doing great..just keep thinking about how much better you're going to feel. After a week I could tell a difference in that I was breathing so much easier. I wish the same for you :)

Hang tough!

[Dreama]

Very lovely work. I've enjoyed reading during Holidailies, thank you for sharing your poetry.

[Karen]

amazed as always

[Cathy]

Good Luck with the quitting part. I have tried to stop biting my nails and I know how hard it is. Excellent poem.

[Mary]

from the trembling earth
and the demoned sea... great! Excellent work.