Sunday, November 11, 2007

New Clothes

New Clothes

tree bare.
The other
giving up its skirts
to the greedy wind as
it teases and snatches at
the green and gold gown, tattered and
worn, ready for retirement as
new garments hibernate, wait for spring sun.


Jill said...

It is a crime that some piece of clothing should be put away for a season, especially a dress like the one in your poem!!

Ann said...

I like it, interesting use of the form. Shaped like a tree. Cool

gautami tripathy said...

I agree with Ann. I like the form. And the imagery too.

Rhian said...

Perfect! love this Carol!
you are simply brilliant at writing these type of poems.
i think i'm jealous.
i am.

Roscoe James said...

was really
Nice and I like
it a lot. So I thought
I'd stop by and water your tree.

Carol said...

Thanks everyone so much. Yes, I'm hooked on the form. It's just so much fun. I need to start a collection of them. Rhian, jealous, with your talent? Not. But you make me feel good about my attempts. Thank you.

Carol said...

Thanks, Roscoe, for watering the poor tree. That will help her have an even lovlier dress next year.

R.G. ALEXANDER said...

This was great! I think I'm with Rhian :)

Rinda Elliott said...

I like this! I just love this time of year. :)

julia said...

LOL Roscoe! I too love your use of form. See how excited a bunch of poets can get over incorporating visual design into word painting? LOL!

I especially love:
'The other
giving up its skirts
to the greedy wind'

Susan Helene Gottfried said...

That's really lovely, Carol!

Happy Monday; I'm about to e-mail you now.

Missy said...

Superb imagery! Love the form too. ;)

STAK said...

excellent imagery!

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