Winterscape: Prairie by Jonathon Penny
by Patricia | 1.13.11
Fallow soil, windblown, is a rigid latticework
Pressed hard against patchwork fields etched with snow.
A river, drawn amblingly, God’s Hancock doodle,
Flows its cursive way across the whole.
Jealous of its motion, frozen lakes and ponds
Lie low and sullen in their teardrop bowls.
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January 13th, 2011 at 10:55 am
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I’ve been enjoying these.
January 14th, 2011 at 5:53 am
I’ve lacked the words to say how I like these, but this one struck me even more than the last two and I had to say something. The pictures you combine with the poems have been a delight. The poems are the kind I can read again and again. Also out loud, a true test of a poem.
January 16th, 2011 at 9:33 pm
Thanks both. I agree with you that poetry should be read aloud, Lora: and shared that way. Thanks for looking (and listening).