Wednesday, May 20, 2009

A handful of words

A herd of clouds is grazing on a distant convoy of mountains while a bevy of whitecaps upsets the rhythm of a flock of boats netting swarms of silvery fish pursued by angry crowds of gulls.
Even the horde of trees shudder and retreat before the bucket of breezes and a protest march of sand blows amongst the city of dunes and a one only lonely sun watches and weeps a constellation of tears.

6 comments:

tbone said...

Lovely chook!

Those words would sound great spoken over a chill-out tune I'm working on......would you mind if I give it a go?

T-bone

chook said...

I would be honoured T-bone, can't wait to hear it!

Shubhajit said...

I have read very few good prose poetry in blogs and this is one of the finest!

handful of words says 'heartful' of imagination and emotions...

chook said...

You are too kind Shubhajit. I have little of your way with words.

human being said...

wow! breathtaking!
and that ending:

and a one only lonely sun watches and weeps a constellation of tears.

a small well-cut jewel... worth to be read a hundred times!

no kidding... i'm serious!
:)

chook said...

You can't believe what your words mean to me, from a poet of your standing.
Someone said that poems come to them like a gust of wind and so with me, I turn around to see the damage left and find a sapling amongst the broken limbs.