rising

Wind

rising,

incomparable

with wind

falling,

delicately,

into

shades of feeling,

shining horizontal

aspects of solitude;

Running

aspects of aspects,

though 

falling foul of 

howls from the sideline.

Bleating houses of carrots

cave to the fall,

to the curve of the 

verve of the prefecture;

the perfect curl of tongue

and word efficient lunge

espoused through broken lung;

dyed and squeezed

tried and pleased

dried to freeze

b-b-blessed on the cold stone slab

of fossilised dung

Author's Note

windy out there!

Reviews

[jinjahman]

I can't quite remember what drove me to write it. (I would often write poems in 3 minute distractions from work - which is QA testing -) but I suppose, like many, they are whatever was swimming around my mind in that short time-frame. The carrots thing is definitely a reference to 3 little pigs and their houses. I switched a pig for bugs bunny, and the real feeling of wind as opposed to the wolf's :)) thnx for review

[bobc]

J...kind of like this but I don't actually understand the poem. The images and allusions are strong but I'm not grasping what you're trying to say...'Bleating houses of carrots/cave to the fall...' for example. (BTW, this is hardly a critique...the fact I don't understand doesn't necessarily mean anything more than I just don't understand.)

Maybe a little advice from you would help.