NovPAD Day 8 (a form poem) & for Rattle’s Ekphrastic Challenge
from the window I see your arms cradled in other tempests engulfing the dart-stream. it’s a day in monochrome light-skim and leaf-lobby a thick potassic melt, a fiddle-dee-dee of water dashing summer is devoured now its images scribbled over does your skin remember its heat and brilliance or me sitting naked shouldered that sensual dalliance with your shadows’ slip in those days the mountains stood back letting the sky fling its washing wide and blue as creation’s grin. and there I was, rug-meld and simmer of dandelions watching ants truck crumbs across my book as if the words themselves were going to ground do you remember those long days never once imagining lightning’s dreadful axe?
Out of the Cave 
The last four stanzas are sheer brilliance.
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Thank you! I’ll have to reread them. This poem has had so many drafts I can’t remember the head from the tail.
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Astounding imagery, and this one lingers long after reading it. Those ants trucking crumbs across your book…such a startling and surreal detail. Your poetry always amazes me. 🙂
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Thanks so much, Mike. I haven’t yet decided whether to submit it to the Rattle Ekphrasis challenge.
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*A fiddle-dee-dee of water dashing* Damn !
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I love the play of images, ‘the sky fling its washing’, ‘creation’s grin’ and the thud and crash of that metaphoric last line !
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Thanks John. 😊
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Love that question at the end and the phrase: “lightning’s dreadful axe.” And the image of ants marching across your book and talking all the words with them, love that!
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THank you thank you thank you!!
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You’re most welcome! lol
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