Reflexivity

Time cannot bend the line which God has writ. - Thoreau

through a frozen, perplexed, double-hung window

starched curtains dragged by a stiff breeze

a visceral tide certain to go out and return yet again

daisy-chained between now and forever

like cider, hard pressed

i acquiesce

lips pursed with ambient feelings

another faithful log kindled

the pin not the cushion

blood boils and flows through constricted veins

tears drip from open wounds

clinging desperately to words not spoken

bending but not broken

Author's Note

“The virtues of a superior man are like the wind; the virtues of a common man are like the grass; the grass, when the wind passes over it, bends.” - Thoreau

Reviews

[barleygirl]

Once again I got sidetracked from the meaning of your poem as I was transfixed by your amazing pile-up of descriptive phrasing. Dave Brown dings me for my adjectives, but to me, this is the elixir of life. The first 3 lines are so packed with a gushing flow of descriptive prose, one must read slowly & then read again. It's timeless bliss to read the way your words flow, tempting my brainwaves to stop so I can savor the sweet sounds & ideas (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Pete]

lol. they say that for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction. are we flexible or do we break, are there greys or is everything black and white? do we give in and go where the wind takes us or do we try to stand firm against it but complain (acquiesce) or break under strain. so glad you enjoyed the word play ...