Sunday, August 1, 2010

Time Of Acorns...The Journey


leaves, colorful-crisp-dry
crackle beneath ardent feet
as, she walks the worn-rutted path...
layered with ...
falls first death.

sounds, static-bursts
acorns
free falling
each a chance
a hope
to live
echo deep into the dark forest.

arachnids, near yet far
weave their unknown journeys
mysterious-ancient
spin spin spin...
across the path-her way
leading to the very-heartbeat,
center-a living grove.

limbs, fingers-lace together
dimming the light of day
as old as time-yet alive with-will
older still,
mighty oaks
moan
in the cold swift-draft
of her passing.

the path, straight never wavers
never changing...
for it is she, that has tilled this soil
she, treading-silent-barefoot
to reach-the center
its essence
its beginning...she seeks
knowing her way-tiny footprints
follow behind her.

13 comments:

Diane T said...

I love your use of hyphenated words! Lovely, lovely poem!

Stan Ski said...

Great images in this post.

vivienne blake said...

This is a really beautiful evocation of Autumn. I read it aloud, but had to ignore the punctuation and line endings to get it to flow. Which it did, superbly. I'm interested in the decisions poets make about these things, and would love to know your reasons for the layout etc.

Pete Marshall said...

hi and thanks for visiting me...already had you checked out and liked it alot..yep the darker the better..you should check out my darkened tales etc..cheers Pete

Cassiopeia Rises said...

Thank you Diane for your comments. I am so glad you like it.


Melanie

Cassiopeia Rises said...

It's been awhile Stan. Much rhanks for your comments and for stopping by.


Melanie

Cassiopeia Rises said...

Vivenne, much thanks for your stopping by. As I said on my post to WI, this is an older poem. I have learned much since then. Also I am a great lover of William Carlos Williams poetry. It was his wonderful poems that led me to begin writing. Just the way his words flowed. Before that I was mainly an artist. I guess I experimented with many types of a layout. This was just one of them
Thanks for stopping

Melanie

Cassiopeia Rises said...

Hi Pete, thanks for coming by. I have been reading your dark poems and will be back. As you say the darker the better. See you on UDP.


Melanie

Cassiopeia Rises said...

Sorry Diane, I look for your blog but could not find. If email your site to so I can stop by.


Melanie

Elizabeth said...

There are many things I like in your poem. The seeming stealth you manage to convey, which is how I find Autumn's approach. She seems to sneak in and then suddenly appears there right in front of you in her almost studied dishabelle. And the ending, with the soft footsteps following, only intensifies and surprises the reader.

Elizabeth

Jingle said...

lovely piece.
you have wit and courage, which is very admirable!

Jingle said...

http://itistimetothinkformyself.blogspot.com/2010/08/between-u-and-me.html

here is my entry for journey…
thanks for the feedback!

Matt D said...

Incredible. Such beautiful images the reverberate with depth. And it reads so well ... Excellent!