Sunday, May 29, 2011

Below the Haze (Wordle 6)



Leaves of green mourn in black
Cry alone in fire’s rash
Striding fast are foxes red
Tails burning flee their bed

Fire hungry monster glut
Fallen firs choke in soot
Twilight glows ember ash
Wind whispers evil laugh

Against the sky’s smoky craze
Planets pray above the haze
Against the spread of blazing dead
Afraid of cancer’s cinder spread

14 comments:

brenda w said...

Intense, concise, rhythmic. Wow.

Liz - Old Raven said...

BUT ... your words so often bring tears and painful thoughts. You really are extraordinary.

Mary said...

Darkly stunning!

irene said...

The cinder spread holds a mirror to deforestation. So true.

imnotaverse said...

I also wrote a global warming poem from the wordle. Glad I'm not the only one to see it.

vivinfrance said...

"Wind whispers evil laugh" is a line to raise the hairs on the back of my neck. A penetrating poem.

Elizabeth said...

Intense,warning, and oh so real. Great use of the wordle words,

Elizabeth

Mike Patrick said...

We walked a similar path today. Yours was better. Nicely done.

Traci B said...

Your poem and the image you posted with it make me wish for an end to forest fires. Well done.

margoroby said...

I like the play of red and black throughout your poem. That particular motif is my favourite of the many sensory images you have.

Francis Scudellari said...

Rhythmically cataclysmic... very cool.

sharplittlepencil said...

"Afraid of cancer cinders' spread" is a great line. You are right, we were on the same theme. But hey, it brought me back again! Nice work, Henry, especially with the color imagery. Amy
http://sharplittlepencil.wordpress.com/2011/05/31/twofer-limerick-and-love-poem/

Mr. Walker said...

Fire is powerful, and you capture its destructive side well.

Richard

cathy said...

Intense fiery lines.

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