i'm feeling quite soft :)


Rigid

In the middle of a thousand
Frosted trees
She laid down to dream.

Woke up to a harvest
Of things temperate
And full leafed.
Yet still the earth
Was rigid as she
Wandered.



Poetry by jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2011-02-14 at 22:29

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Hans Bump
I like this style and cadence. It lurches smoothly and confidently, always in control. ( It might seem like that's an oxymoron, but I don't believe so)
The tone is also sculpted magnificently by your use of descriptive action mixed with emotional texture. There's no overkill here.
This is a gifted piece of work.
Bookmarked!
2011-03-20



Oh that dreams would come
and that there be opportunity for a bit of a lie-down.
The harvesting is always filled with pleasant surprises
and hope. Makes one forget the earth's rigidity.
TFS.
2011-03-20


Sid Gardner
Permafrost never thaws out no matter what the season...Nice one Jenks.
2011-03-04


John Ashleigh The PoetBay support member heart!
Beautiful. This fills my head with a time that has passed by us, a legendary time and place to write. This is as beautiful as a diomand in the dark folly of our mind. Brilliant. Keep writing, Jenks.

Your friend,
John.
2011-03-04