Friday, December 2, 2011

Drink to Me Only...

pulsing below
rain-drizzled leaves
topsoil's languid imbibition


6 comments:

  1. It lives and drinks to live and nourish - yes!

    Imbibition, now "there's a word to take your hat off to."

    Really like what you did with form here. I think the 4-4-8 is a great count for a short poem. I like the way a tetractys consolidates and finishes the poem with an intensely musical last line. This isn't a tetractys, of course, but similar in concept, the rhythm perfect. Like a little kid I shout: "Do it again, do it again!"

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  2. I've just curtsied like Shirley Temple.

    Thank you, Sir Gracious! :)
    ~Kay

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  3. ...what can I add to Brian's wonderful words... but humble nodding....


    gabriele

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  4. Gabriele, you've just made my day. Many thanks.
    ~Kay

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  5. Kay, as the poem proceeds, its language becomes more and more dense.

    I like it.

    Chen-ou

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