Wednesday, February 25, 2009

The Trilogy

I am working on a new trilogy and have completed the first poem. the plot is the romance between the mist and the smoke.

The Journey.

A quenched fragrance

Is all that’s left

Of the mist. That once

Flooded the woods-of pine and cedar.

Like a crowd on the street.

She was silent yet warm.

Fervent yet tender.

Nor for once did she speak…

Not to the petunias;

Guarding the gates of the woods;

Who inquired the council she sought.

(For the woods are old and wise

And they; be it breeze or gale;

Would come seeking answers.)

Not to the old trail; covered

With pale threads of pine so thick,

One could not feel the ground below;

That she sometimes took and

Sometimes swept away from.

Not to the golden tress

That imbued through all

That it touch, however

Weak enough to be devoured

And extinguished.

Across she came, a raucous creek

At a yonder from the broken tree,

Riveted to one who survived last season’s storm.

And dew drops bound obediently

To the blades of the grass.

Across she came such generous bounties.

Lastly she sighed, in relief…

She knew she was lost

For she had found the old battered cottage.

Quickly she gulped the entire thing…

Cracked stone walls, olive green roof,

Creaking door, silent chimney; a mysterious hoof;

That ran towards the cottage.

She rested then…listening to the

Soft violin played inside the cottage.

Then she rested…


  1. I had to read this wonderful poem a few times. Just love the mystical elements you have woven into images of beauty and nature. Well done my friend.
    Can't wait for more!


  2. thank you beloved...lookin forward for your post too

  3. The sense of mystery is created quite well here. I like the imagery as well. Keep them coming!!!