04-04-2013, 03:50 PM
A thousand years or more ago
cascading rain swept old growth snow
from out of shade of tree and rock
and down to shore of aching stream.
That slinking snake grew fat below,
upon the glut of rain and frigid flow,
then split his sides and was renewed
to writhe on twig and branch.
Long ago I, too, was swallowed, though
then I rode on rain and warming snow,
which laid me low beneath those banks,
shed too soon by greedy snake, grown gaunt.
Walking through the cool and vaunting light,
you’d see my golden specks which sparkle bright;
and maybe then you’d look at my round face
too close, and see these chips and cracks so long
ago impressed by journey out from graven bed,
beneath the water cooling those then dead;
so stony still and hard and cold are they
who dream of their return to sunny warmth,
while I dream on of warmer touches than the sun.
Note: I welcome whatever level of criticism you have the time and energy to throw at this.
Mikey.
cascading rain swept old growth snow
from out of shade of tree and rock
and down to shore of aching stream.
That slinking snake grew fat below,
upon the glut of rain and frigid flow,
then split his sides and was renewed
to writhe on twig and branch.
Long ago I, too, was swallowed, though
then I rode on rain and warming snow,
which laid me low beneath those banks,
shed too soon by greedy snake, grown gaunt.
Walking through the cool and vaunting light,
you’d see my golden specks which sparkle bright;
and maybe then you’d look at my round face
too close, and see these chips and cracks so long
ago impressed by journey out from graven bed,
beneath the water cooling those then dead;
so stony still and hard and cold are they
who dream of their return to sunny warmth,
while I dream on of warmer touches than the sun.
Note: I welcome whatever level of criticism you have the time and energy to throw at this.
Mikey.