We hammered words
into the soil,
our mauls spiking
“necessity,” “desire,”
staking guy wires
to raised intent.
And the sun lay on the wind
like a pair of work gloves
left on a roll of cable,
the evening and
coming rain,
our unfinished labor.
For dVerse Quadrille
qbit 
I love your line of the sun lying on the wind like a pair of work gloves on a roll of cable… Very nice!
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Thanks!!
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This is just a STUNNING image, my friend:
“And the sun lay on the wind
like a pair of work gloves
left on a roll of cable”
Wish I’d written that.
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Thank you so much, and for the great prompt!
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I don’t want to be as carbon paper, however I am intrigued by the same line: “ . . . the sun lay on the wind like a pair of work gloves left on a roll of cable . . . “ What a brilliant image!
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Thanks so much. Appreciated.
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So interesting, qbit. Makes me think of the first settlers, who put their hopes and dreams into backbreaking work, often defeated by the land – or maybe, anyone who pours their heart and soul into something only to be thwarted by the metaphorical rains.
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Thanks. But hopefully not *too* thwarted!
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No – just waiting for the rain to clear….
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I love the painterliness of the lines:
‘And the sun lay on the wind
like a pair of work gloves
left on a roll of cable’.
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Thank you!
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The dance of need and want stretched tautly.
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Rob, thanks! BTW, when I read your work on your site, for some reason there isn’t any connection to WordPress and I can only leave comments via some sort of email form. Everyone else seems to be able to post comments the regular way but me! Any idea how I can fix that? I”m logged in the WP just fine, and can navigate to your site from your comment just now. so I know WP knows who you are…
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your words say so much so sparingly – like the coiled cable.
” the sun lay on the wind
like a pair of work gloves”
these lines make me want to sing – the verb ‘lay’ is just perfect
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Thank you so much! Glad those had some resonance.
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Nice lines: “And the sun lay on the wind
like a pair of work gloves”
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Let me get in line to praise the sun/wind/glove analogy! Terrific word-smithing; great use of the 44 words.
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Thanks!
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I really love how you started this with words, and took us into that metaphor of building fences (?) … maybe from words as fences we should be glad the work is left unfinished in the end.
Anyway a great poem.
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Interesting. I wasn’t so much thinking of fences as tents. Tried to get that with “intent”. But I guess with a spool of wire fences comes to mind.
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I thought of tents a bit too… but I thought fences fit better with words.
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I can see that. Spikes and mauls don’t sound like going camping. I thought maybe raising a barn too, but now maybe a circus tent, lol!
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I really like “sun lay on the wind” – that’s a clever bit of wording.
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Thanks!
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Staking guy wires – brings up images of camping – only it is need and want that we are pulling tight and pounding into place in tension with each other. This is great!
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The tone is a little earnest, but OK.
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Earnest is a good thing when talking of that struggle between desire and necessity.
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I admire the energy of the first line..hammered and this part too:
And the sun lay on the wind
like a pair of work gloves
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Thanks!
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“sun lay on the wind
like a pair of work gloves”
Outstanding, q!
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Thank you so much!!
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