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:

Anonymous said...

I like the alliteration in the last stanza.

Whistled seductions...

Ah!

polona said...

wow!
i know the feeling...

Anonymous said...

Bittersweet


jan

Anonymous 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 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 Horowitz-Brookes 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!