solitary
run with me
like tigers
through the grass
stripes flashing
what joy it is
to watch
your paws
pressing wide
against the damp ground
fierce, soft
and your eyes
green stones
pulled from the same well
as my own
rest
along with me
stretch your claws out
in the speckled noonday shade
while your breath
rises and falls
fearless
solitary
we tigers are
so they say
like tigers
through the grass
stripes flashing
what joy it is
to watch
your paws
pressing wide
against the damp ground
fierce, soft
and your eyes
green stones
pulled from the same well
as my own
rest
along with me
stretch your claws out
in the speckled noonday shade
while your breath
rises and falls
fearless
solitary
we tigers are
so they say
posted by Yes at 11:48 AM
11 Comments:
Absolutely loved that last verse Firebird! Such wonderful imagery in this:
"and your eyes
green stones
pulled from the same well
as my own" - I really like this beautiful verse.
Hey Sis, What talent. My daughter told me that blogger now has a service wher you can get your blog made into a book. Then there are POD (publish on demand) sites that publish as few as you need, so if you list your book on the many online bookstores, and you sell 4 in 1 week, you can order just 4. There is not a lot of poetry out there anymore. You should publish yours.
Blessings,Sheila
Hi Janice--If you liked that last verse in this poem, it must be for its ambiguity--(deliberate, of course!) I love your comments, you are so generous!
Sheila--Thanks for the encouragement! I'm not sure I'm ready to cross that bridge, but I definitely will look into it. I appreciate your suggestions!
So vivid visually, both imagistically, if that's a word, and dynamically, if that's spelled right. And even if they're not...
Solitary Tigers!? :))
i am becoming one seemingly :)))
and i'd love to rest beside you...i am sure i would feel protected :)
My dear bird, lovely...
love,
devika
Paul--"imagistically", while a bit awkward in style, has overtones of magical power--definitely a word worth noticing! Your spelling is impeccable (this time)
I have learned (from blogging!), how forgiving the English language is--if it were not, we poets would be unforgiven quite often...
Devika--so lovely to see your face--with the qualities of a tiger (strength and grace!)Hmmm...that rhymes. Ah--and you do not need protection, but we are stronger together than separate...
Definitely My bird,
we and the world will be much stronger if we form a human chain..resting on each others shoulders as we tire :)
loved your response...and the perspetive, my dear
love,
devika
Funny, my first thought was of Blakes "Tyger tyger burning bright, in the forests of the night, what immortal hand or eye could frame thy mortal symmetry" though of course you take your tigers in a very different direction--I love the "green stones/pulled from the same well/as my own"....
Doc--Blake's poem is one of my reasons for writing! Even though it was not on my mind this time--
I'm really happy you came and wrote such a wonderful comment!
See you around...
Oh Wow, this is splendid, that pure feeling of solitude and beauty, very, very touching!
Lorraine--I am glad you came here--You are so generous with your comments!
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