02 March 2011

Riverlight and Sycamore

Standing beside the trail,
back against the river
which he swore whispered to him
in that voice, her voice

he could not push the button
take the picture, for the mist
settling in to shroud his vision
shaking prisms from his eyes

he marveled at the white bark
against a cerulean sky, dotted,
raven-shaped tresses adorning
a trunk he longed to climb

Leaving behind the trail,
wading into the cold rush,
which he swore whispered to him
love, love, come home


  1. oh IG, i love this.....so beautiful and evocative and stark....reminds me of edgar lee masters' spoon river

  2. Sycamores have this same effect on me. Lovely.

  3. How greatly a wounded heart can animate a moment so that landscape becomes Beloved. Keep the faith, pal - Brendan

  4. I like those plate sized leaves of the sycamores. I hope that their starkness this time of year will be replaced with buds soon,

  5. DUDE. WHOA. Prisms from the eye. thats just awesome


"Let your laws come undone
Don't suffer your crimes
Let the love in your heart take control..."

-'The Hair Song', by Black Mountain

Tell me what is in your heart...