Thursday, February 03, 2011


You Are Where You Live by d.w.

Siv knew he was lost
from his tribe
blizzard to calm
snowflakes still fell
getting lost in this cold is hell.

from dreams
so real, he remembered
the walrus tribe, telling him
go that way
with breathe of blubber

no bread crumbs
to follow
just whiteness and hollow
caribou, white owl, and foxes
wild chard, raspberries, and pine tea

then overhead he sees
no, but must be
he squints
Rudolph and friends at play
come join our games they cried
hop aboard our sleigh
oft we go into the sky

O'er treetops of Aspen
they look without asking
home safely now,


At 5:17 AM, Blogger Unknown said...

I like your ear for poetry. It has a sophisticated yet childlike wonder to it. Just want to encourage your writing and can't wait to read more. Cheers-Gregorio Roth

At 10:52 AM, Blogger El Vox said...

Thanks Gregory, that means a lot coming from someone I haven't met in person. As you have described it is what I'm attempting to do in some of my poems. Cheers.


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