Monday, June 2, 2008

Cottonwood 'Chutes

millions drift: up, down, left, there, back, fore, to, fro

a few glimpsed longer swirl by, pause whorl moment's rift

gift seeing longer, take overwhelmed look at vista of billions

floating seeds in air on mission to make more: making more makes more

miracle birth so many can live suspended high up awaiting a fall never comes

littered the sunken cluster tighter in a carpet layer unmended

while parents, up-ended, roots stick them immobile in place

seeding or spewing or shooing young into airspace or ruin

lost but glorious far but farther to go they fly and don't know

under no power own fly from their homes aiming for the horizon



(written after having half a beer, which somehow made me drunk for a short time. Nothing has been edited but spelling)

4 comments:

Paul Bernard said...

That's very clever. Good work.

Haha - I often write my tales when drunk. Sometimes, barely awake. I usually enjoy reading them back the next day. Sometimes I think they're much better than the sober ones, but I tend to like the ones no-one else enjoys best.

Paul Bernard said...

I meant to say, is this your Naked Lunch?? ;-)

Roxana said...

ha :-) A. E. Housman used to say that he wrote better than ever after a pint of beer. I like especially the ending... "lost but glorious far but farther to go they fly and don't know" is particularly beautiful and has a very good rhythmic cadence.

Bryan said...

I was particularly caught by "littered the sunken cluster tighter in a carpet layer unmended" reading this back. Wow. This may indicate that I should think less when writing =)