Springs Eternal
Out south
in Bitter Springs
Gusting on a
trail of crushed
Cries, comes
that train whistle
Scattering shattered
pieces
of blooded heart-ache
Piercing enough to shudder
The
peaceful sleep of lovers
Locked in fierce
filters of forever
Clutching each
other in the sudden chill
Of Passing Dread
In the shimmering keep of dreams
Out south in Bitter Springs
In the shimmering keep of dreams
Out south in Bitter Springs
"shimmering keep of dreams," Nicely done!
ReplyDeleteI have to say that Bitter Springs sounds like a place I would rather not visit!
ReplyDeleteSounds like Bitter Springs has some interesting history...
ReplyDelete"Locked in fierce filters of forever
ReplyDeleteClutching each other in the sudden chill"
Pearl, that is stunning. Sounds foreboding, yet there is safety there as well. Well done.
Pamela
life too is like season, changes everytime
ReplyDeleteYou've created such a vivid place in the 'shimmering keep of dreams.' Nice use of the prompt words!
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ReplyDeletenicely done......
"Bitter Springs!" That sums it up nicely!
ReplyDeleteIntriguing write. Love the name Bitter Springs - it seems very apt!
ReplyDeleteVery nice! I especially liked the last five lines.
ReplyDeleteheart ache, heart break; wow! have a nice Sunday
ReplyDeletemuch love...
lovely! i am about to attempt my Sunday Whirl too. i hope you consider submitting a poem to Pilgrims one day. (http://www.pilgrimspoem.com)
ReplyDeleteYes, the train whistle is much like the sound of passing dread. We used to live close to the rail track and there is nothing more comforting than to hold on to the one you love as that timeless warning is sounded. A beautiful piece of writing.
ReplyDeleteI envisioned an Old West theme, but veered into "Midwest dust bowl". You did it better than I had imagined. Bitter Springs is a great name for a place so desolate! You capture these words nicely! Glad I found your blog, Pearl. Your work is scintillating!
ReplyDelete"Bitter Springs" is a wonderful name (although I see that others have said the same!), and such a tale of humanity you've etched for us. Love it, Pearl.
ReplyDelete~ Misky xx
This made me think of anticipatory grief--that certain knowledge/realization that some day we will lose what is most dear to us. Nicely done.
ReplyDeleteIncredible creation, Dr. P. Love this.
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