This is a lovely meditation with a flowing internal music which has
something to do with the run on lines. Nature is difficult to write about
when it's purely nature orientated and not picking up other strands along
the way. If there is a problem in the poem this is where it lays. On the
whole though I like this, just though it could do with a little edge without
breaking the liovely tone of the piece.



bw
James





>From: Carl Reimann <[log in to unmask]>
>Reply-To: The Pennine Poetry Works <[log in to unmask]>
>To: [log in to unmask]
>Subject: NEW: Maroon Knots
>Date: Wed, 7 May 2003 22:09:25 -0400
>
>Maroon Knots
>
>Junipers stare
>through a gauze of ice
>after years of ballroom
>with their partner, the sky.
>
>Once breath sought roots,
>to move in meditation, to linger;
>cluster leaves longed to tickle
>robins, chickadees.
>
>Rings rupture: broken applause.
>Empty nests tumble: frozen memory
>holes. Branches whisper
>and stretch to rest
>on dirt, that old friend, old
>
>source, encountered oddly,
>resistant in these changed
>times. Snapped arms still
>
>held by a tendon
>drape, brooms
>that volunteer to sweep
>themselves. The wounds
>show surprising color
>in the antiseptic air,
>a view
>made coldly evident.
>
>I dare not touch the exposed
>lumps of translucent green,
>pugnacious, begging a release
>from unguessable bent,
>a trial
>much greater than the self.

_________________________________________________________________
On the move? Get Hotmail on your mobile phone http://www.msn.co.uk/mobile