Midnight Poetry: “Scouring Rock”
Scouring Rock
(Richard Satterlie)
The wandering rains of
windswept canyons leach
rock and root from our
plotted path, leaving all
angles of good, rounded
My huffing cough gives you
warmth in its mist of life,
where our breasts touch
and our hearts yet fail to reach
the story we were promised
And a trickle of gullied water
swells to our ankles and sings
of Spring’s seeds, scouring
their hard coatings against
the rock of our next years
our hope, germination
You walk ahead, into the driving
rain, neither sheltering your soul
nor blocking mine, your fine
hair a clotted wrath, leaving all
angles of good, confounded
Your hasty steps, in water
and weed leave me without
pads of synergy to touch,
I fail to grasp the distancing
story you once promised
And through the rain your
silhouette disappears to meet
another whose seeds don’t need
the scouring rock of me
I fall to my knees
no hope, germination
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December 30th, 2008 at 10:20 pm
Rich, this is incredible. I think perhaps the best I’ve ever seen from you.
December 30th, 2008 at 11:00 pm
the precision of the opening stanza did it for me, and i was pleased with the consistency of the imagery, poignant but not overwrought, throughout the entire piece.
a pleasure to read and to share.
December 31st, 2008 at 9:28 am
Oh my god, that was beautiful.
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