For my prompt at Real Toads – two line poems in the manner of Ezra Pound, In The Station of the Metro, the ultimate of imagist poetry.
The apparition of these faces in the crowd
Petals on a wet, black bough.
Corpses of Winter
Dead leaves cover the earth beneath the trees –
Sharp winds blow removing the corpses of winter.
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Apr 27, 2019 @ 06:44:40
Wow! We’re almost twins this morning!
Apr 27, 2019 @ 08:44:56
Very visual and immediate.
Apr 27, 2019 @ 09:04:34
Ah, so you’ve been to my back yard forest recently, have you, fren? 😉
Apr 27, 2019 @ 10:23:47
Ha! I been wandering around in my backyard forest!
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Apr 27, 2019 @ 09:20:40
An interesting prompt, and your response was very good!!
Apr 27, 2019 @ 10:39:22
The corpses of winter is a very strong image.
Apr 27, 2019 @ 11:10:53
Powerful Toni!
Apr 27, 2019 @ 11:35:58
The same undertaker has been blowing around here, sending the dry skin and empty bones of leaves everywhere, clearing the soil for baby sprouts…
Apr 27, 2019 @ 12:55:02
The corpses of winter – wow! Well done! Loved this prompt, kiddo.
Apr 27, 2019 @ 13:40:16
Corpses of winter, indeed! Loved that expression🙂
Apr 27, 2019 @ 14:53:47
I think the graveyard has been cleaned with the freshness of grass now… the word corpses works so well here.
Apr 27, 2019 @ 19:21:11
Oh, I so love it it when the corpses of winter leave.
Apr 27, 2019 @ 20:30:29
As do I.
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Apr 28, 2019 @ 02:15:11
This left me with a chill, Toni. I like the way the lines are balanced by both containing references to death (dead/corpses), and the almost-personification of the sharp winds – like the body collectors during the plague removing corpses. A stark image!
Apr 28, 2019 @ 16:18:04
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