Sunday, December 11, 2011

In Parallel


Lines

Lines divide the early dusk
into roseate shades;

for miles they run in parallel,
powering
life's adopted necessities,

sometimes slagging,
sometimes touching,
rarely crossing;

the moon drifts like a lost note
between them --
lines on which music could sit.


**Inspired by HVP's photo "Moon Lines".

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Posted at Poetry Pantry #79

14 comments:

Laurie Kolp said...

Ahh... this is lovely... a great way to start my Sunday... I especially like the last verse.

Fred said...

Oh really nice and I love the last stanza. I was thinking that very thought after I clicked on the picture. Great write. Thanks

Victoria said...

I enjoyed this so much. Something about it made me want to drag out a canvas and paints and have at it. Beautiful word-painting.

Jannie Funster said...

Oh, I LOVE this!! The musical stave of morning. The moon like a lost note. So beautiful.

And YOUR sidebar button is up on my site now. I took one of the trees you had photographed and posted on Flickr, morphed it up a bit, popped on a raven and voila!!

xoxo

Ravenblack said...

Laurie, Fred, Victoria, Jannie: Thank you all for your wonderful comments!

Jannie: Thanks for adding me!!

Brian Miller said...

nice...i like as well...love how the moon becomes the notes on the powerline...very visual...i can see it...

turtlememoir said...

Beautifully evocative writing - I knew what the pic would tell even before I saw it. The final stanza is exquisite.

rch said...

I agree with previous comments about the last verse, really really good!

Ravenblack said...

Brian, turtlememoir, rch: thanks!

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Just lovely.

Ravenblack said...

Thanks Sherry. :)

zongrik said...

the lines in the beginning kind of made me think of a train track heading to the horizon

Ravenblack said...

Interesting. Thanks Zongrik. :)

manicddaily said...

Very nice. Very lovely close. K.