Sunday, March 30, 2008

A Song Too Far

A mocking bird's song
skips like smooth stone-notes
across the lake
in a descending breezy scale.

In flight, or
water lips kissing,
momentarily,
whistled seductions,
the end is near:

a fading ripple dying
on sand and shell,
an unanswered inquiry
floating, floating down,
falling short the desire
of a waiting Spring dream.

11 comments:

gautami tripathy said...

I like the alliteration in the last stanza.

Whistled seductions...

Ah!

polona said...

wow!
i know the feeling...

Anonymous said...

Bittersweet


jan

janetleigh said...

I love the whole idea of your poem and how you gave it structure; the images put me right there in your mind as you saw it. So very, well crafted! :)

floots said...

wonderfully hypnotic
thanks pat

Kai C. said...

:)

Janice Thomson said...

Beautiful Pat - as always your imagery stays in my mind for hours

J. Andrew Lockhart said...

this is beautiful!
(A mocking bird's song
skips like smooth stone-notes
across the lake
in a descending breezy scale-
this is my favorite part)

Bill said...

Almost reaches the out of reach.

Masago said...

Wow, incredible.

Elena said...

This whole beautiful poem is first set sail by your great title. The rest slid in and around my minds eye ever so smoothly.

Wonderful, Pat!
Thank you!