Monday, February 19, 2007

Sunset

Fire bristles
on the feathers of her wings;
clouds, smoke-memories
of a fleeing flight.

17 comments:

floots said...

i love the way you drawn this together
observation and (for me) analogy rolled into one

firebird said...

A poem for me? Oh, thank you, thank you--
but I must stop running away now...

Joyce said...

Very succinct.

Queen Neetee said...

So beautifully, beautifully put!!

sage said...

I may be more a literalist, but I thought, "wow, I've seen that, ducks flying home on a pond at sunset, the dying rays of a sitting sun striking their wings..."

Kai C. said...

:-]

Masago said...

Good one. I wasn't sure what "Fire bristles" are. I'm still not sure but if you do a Google in it, amazingly, this blog posting comes up second on the list!

gracie said...

the clouds as memories... that's wonderful!

polona said...

just beautiful!

samuru999 said...

I love this one, pat!
Beautiful!

Margie

boulies said...

Wonderful words Pat. Also read "Blow in the Bones" Great poem that is. I could feel my mind rolling with the dice. I'm glad to be back reading your fine words.

Richard Kay said...

One line too many! ;-)

Don Iannone said...

Loved it. Nice imagery, Pat.

gautami tripathy said...

Beautiful imagery.

MB said...

Lovely!

Pat Paulk said...

Thnaks Floots!! for me too.

Absolutely!! I wish you would, I'm slow.

Thanks Joyce!!

Thank you QNT!!

Sage, I hadn't thought of that, but, yes I have seen that too. Thanks!!

Thank you Butterfly Kai!!

Vaughn, just means "standing/rising up on".

Thank you Gracie!!

Thanks Polona!!

Thanks Margie!!

Thank you boulies!! Glad to have you back!!

Richard, why doesn't your comment surprise me??? I did think about it.

Thanks Don!!

Thank you Gautami!!

Thanks MB!!

Lyrically speaking said...

Pat, I am very impressed with your work, the details are immaculate...you leave us wanting more