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When I see you I see sand
surge in narrow rivulets
fractal across wasted land
an amiable onset
a gust rises in the east
waves of stones that remember
their dormant glory released
I see you now: a boulder
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Inspired by Rosa Frei at One Stop Poetry. Photograph by Rosa Frei. Used with permission.
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Great contrast in your projection, "surge in narrow rivulets / fractal across wasted land" and it's followed up by "waves of stones" —a current running throughout where one expects not to find one.
ReplyDeletenice...from sand to a boulder...in him you see his home and i think that may be the highest compliment...
ReplyDeleteInteresting contrasts
ReplyDeleteThe sand, the boulder -- the rivulet and the waves - this flows like the sea, or the desert. Well done.
ReplyDeletefirst you create such a wind-swept feeling with the sand...and then it all gets firm an touchable with the boulder..enjoyed this matt
ReplyDeleteGood, interesting piece; particularly like the end-line.
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