Replying to a comment on:

Pilgrimage (Free verse) by Christof

On the steep bridlepath I sense there beside me My shadow which skips as I stumble and sweat Brushing through leaves, across streams, over stiles To see where you lived, where you worked, where you might Still live in your house in the wind and the mist At the top of the ridge is your house in a sunclap A golden dog barks at the touch of a ghost, A looming familiar figure resentful That others possess every sill, every lintel But the ghost is not you but my deepening shadow My strung-out ambition, my urge to connect And say Yes, we live on in the handshake of memory, Remembering others we are never alone - And a cloud shrouds the sun And my shadow shuts down like a TV at bedtime

horus8 23-Jun-03/7:02 AM
A sunclap, hmmmm it's not every day an original word of this nature works well, and it did. i think a lot about fusing words because well when you can't spell for shit or punctuate, you better fuse words better than most or pray you can get by with borrowed & rearranged titles, because being able to make highly symbolic and triple edged hybrids like "sunclap" is as important of a tool in a poets chest, as listening is to an actor. Take a nine and <chicky chicky chew> Will can tame a shrew.




Track and Plan your submissions ; Read some Comics ; Get Paid for your Poetry
PoemRanker Copyright © 2001 - 2024 - kaolin fire - All Rights Reserved
All poems Copyright © their respective authors
An internet tradition since June 9, 2001