Poetic Angst

There is an economy in words, blunted
kindergarten shears in the hands
of an earnest student, shaping patterns
already memorized in forest and field;

A poet’s dilemma as nature herself
spreads and grows, chaos becoming her
in forest and glade, streams crashing,
gushing through boulder-encrusted banks
as gnarled roots of trees wrap stones
in a thirsty quest to survive what is
to come, waning light and the crunch
of frost-encrusted gravel underfoot.

All photos taken in Washington State (Β©Bela Johnson)

 

10 thoughts on “Poetic Angst

  1. Beautiful post Bela. Your pictures are fantastic and your poem very strong.


    chaos becoming her
    in forest and glade, streams crashing,
    gushing through boulder-encrusted banks ”

    Love it
    miriam

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