Thursday, October 19, 2006

Dying Words

I’ve been talking with the trees in my yard,
daily chit chat about bird things, and
rain that promises to visit, but never appears.
They remember yellow and orange stories
fragmented into distractions of time,
crisp, bitter feelings that fall to the dying.
Today they are very talkative, but
soon they will stand cold and silent.

14 comments:

Anonymous said...

exquisite!

Russell Ragsdale said...

Catches the feeling just perfectly. Underlying our perception is a reality. We shift our moods, things shift their seasons. You are comfortable in this deep water and that is good, very good! Great stuff Pat!

Catch said...

Wow, this is really nice! It captures the mood of the coming winter very well. Thank you for stopping by my blog and commenting. You are welcome anytime.

Margie said...

Just wonderful Pat!
I love it!

MB said...

Pat, I absolutely love this poem. Oh.

They remember yellow and orange stories
fragmented into distractions of time

polona said...

oh, this one so speaks to me, pat! love it!

Kai said...

nice

but spit balls- not cool

Masago said...

What a tremendous sketch. I'd love to have been there as a fly-on-the-fence to hear this conversation.

J. Andrew Lockhart said...

It's getting closer each day---

camera shy said...

i like what youve done hear

great treatment of this idea

"They remember yellow and orange stories
fragmented into distractions of time,
crisp, bitter feelings that fall to the dying"

this was my favorite part

Pat Paulk said...

Senile B., thanks!!

Russell, deep water's easy if you have a boat. Thank you Sir!!

Catch, thanks for repaying the visit, and the wonderful comment!!

Thank you Margie!!

Thanks MB, now I have to clean up those "distractions"!!

Thanks Polona!!

Thanks Kai!! It must be the boy in me.

Vaughn, you can come anytime. Those guys in white jackets aren't welcome anymore. They do things with electricity ole Ben and Thomas never thought of.

Yes it is Andrew. I killed a snake in the front yard yesterday, I wish it would hurry!!!

Camera Shy, I try to keep a clean place. thank you!!

Amalendu said...

A lovely poem Pat....

Crafty Green Poet said...

That is an amazing poem.

Anonymous said...

Nice, but so true...winter is about to take them