"Green Wind, Green Boughs"

[ripple23]

A whistle begins the tremble of distance,
In the still pools it unfolds like a rainbow
~
I want you green like the toes
of the evening, green
like the tongues of children
whose laughs fall far off in the grass
~
Towers of wind undress
on granite tables, you are
placed there like a memory
and defiled
a line divided between wave and ocean;
same flower as bird,
same beach as sun
~
Your hair, wind swept, travels
a path between Ash
and Maple

The meadows fill with hands
and with sobs
~
Silence of rock, whisper of stone.

[ripple23]

stay there!

[sweetdreadlover]

wow im loving this...reminds me alot of my work...what inspires you??

[ripple23]

what inspires me??? beauty of course.

this particular one was written at the top of a mountain (not a very high mountain, 3000 feet i think). i was sitting there writing and this guy with a whistle came up and he was playing it, no tune really just a few long notes and then it started raining. but the clouds were definitely not rain clouds and it had been sunny all day. and he never talked to me, i said hi to him and he said nothing and thinking about it i'm not absolutely sure he ever even looked at me. but then shortly afterwards there was a rainbow. and so that's the story of that one.

I should also note that the line 'i want you green...' is a variation of a line in one of Lorca's poems... the stanza isn't similar just those few words... the title also comes from that poem!

[littleskinny]

another little masterpiece. Stunning, really. Dunno what else to say. Best poem I read on here today. Not finished reading, yet, but as usual you produce candy for skinny.