Written for dVerse Poetics: A Tale of
Two Images. Mich has provided us with
some lovely images and asks us to write
a poem incorporating juxtaposition.
A leaf cradles the rain in trembling spheres,
each drop a tear-shaped orb so small ….
the velvet cool of a surface that adheres,
begs you to be slow, lean in, recall.
But somewhere a log gives up its years
in the only direction heat knows: higher ….
hungry amber, the light passes beyond fears,
with a warmth that tugs at your shoulder.
One surface holds the shape of the rain.
One surface chars to ash and bone.
A hand reaching out to touch a vein ….
the wetness of the leaf, the fire’s stone.
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This is “Fire and Rain” by James Taylor
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