Wednesday, December 2, 2009

The Last Carrie Poem

Long summer days passed over them,

These hunters clothed in green;

Archaic forms from other days

Caught midstride in ranked array

While twisting songs of insects play

Among their beards unseen,

And winds sing dark, slow hymns

3 comments:

  1. There is something amazing about your descriptions... maybe because we are related we like the same things:) However, this has the feeling of not being finished yet. Is it a fragment?

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  2. Yes, this is a fragment. There are more verses But I was not at all pleased with them and did not know how to round them out. Also I think I lacked a sense of where I wanted the poem to go. Thanks so much for taking time to post these and comment.

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  3. Will you post the rest of the poem when you get it finished? It has a very promising beginning. I especially like the description of the 'twisting songs of insects'.

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