Montana and a Man
9.2008
I could make this poem go on and on for a very long time…kind of like Montana does.
I’ll think of you like chokecherries
skin and mealy seeds
bundled, grainy,
juicy and sweet
the hows and whats and whys and wheres
of crunching over gravel
fresh stirring leaves and dust
bunched and swinging
from a rustling hedge, and the wind
pressed on my palm and plowing
through the larch
trunks all burnt,
barkless and stark,
the whole valley moaning soft
You like the ever-present threat of invisible bears
You that impossible way
the trees far off looking pale purple
though they started up close all grey
the dark dense smell of blackened soil
churning out onions, the pine sap
and brainy morels,
your hands turning through it
growing
where the firs all fell,
dirt in the lines of your knuckles and charcoal
between your teeth
You a curious mix of autumn and spring
rocky enough to sleep on
mossy enough to bruise,
burgundy when crushed
sugary, sharp,
kick like wine, spitting out seeds
horsetail, hemlock, and wind in weeds
you like a tangle of smooth contraries
Sharon Mau
Aloha dearest Lindsey, if you choose to add, amend, enhance or embellish and edit the poem so that it ‘goes on and on’, please do let me know. I love it so much!! It is beautifully written and flows with an effortless rhythm and smooth grace with wonderful visual imagery. I love it!!!!!
Stzar
MillicentMorrow
Wonderful images, amazing rythm…all my senses aroused. I think I smelt my way through your poem…if you know what I mean. Awesome!
Lindsey Carrell replied
Thanks! I was hoping for it to be a sensory experience :)