Saturday, October 2, 2010

Mag 34


Mag 34


puppet shadows
caress the wall
mock the moment, flickers
of turned backs
whisper a silent story

as snowflakes blanket
naked limbs,
wounded words
twist in the air
the wick burns bare

16 comments:

  1. wow. great word play...burned backs...that last stanza as well is tight...great magpie!

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  2. love love love puppet shadows caress the wall. Beautiful imagery.

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  3. so much imagery in so few words...don't go to sleep with anger

    Rene

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  4. Imagery stated so directly... nice.

    Great magpie.

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  5. Starts so playful and quickly turns dark. Spare and delicious.

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  6. Very well done, paints a vivid picture in two verses.

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  7. My, you are quite the painter of words. Very nice. Thank you.

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  8. Nice work. I took time this afternoon to read back and I found the lines on Random Words extraordinary. Are you considering putting your work in a chap book, self-publishing a poetry volume, etc. ????

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  9. Lovely comments all - thank you
    Bookie - Wow, thank you, I'm stunned by what you ask me. Honestly, I'm not a poet. Embarrassed to admit I don't know what a chapbook is! I'm working on a fiction piece, very slowly, and started this blog as a creative playground. I think what's happening is that I get tired so when I start to work on a writing prompt I forget how to make complete sentences and contrive an ending!:)

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  10. Love this, Kaelin, the poem is full of movement and action.

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