imagism on old relic

 

small windmill teeters

on edge of tired garden,

steel frame shows rust

thru dull aluminum paint,

concrete pad tips slightly,

buried under snowdrift.

 

faded red tail fin hangs limp

unresponsive to bitter wind

as head, spun clean away,

lies on frozen ground, useless,

one broken blade

now missing.

 


Linking to dVerse Poets where Victoria explains “imagist” poetry:  Imagists sought to represent “things” in clear, precise language—in the words of Ezra Pound, “luminous details.”

 

8 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. vbholmes
    Feb 01, 2016 @ 12:01:22

    Your fine description of the derelict windmill conjurs thoughts of a once well-tended garden that is now a victim of time and neglect.

    Reply

  2. whimsygizmo
    Feb 01, 2016 @ 11:46:25

    Love that missing blade, especially.

    Reply

  3. Victoria C. Slotto
    Jan 30, 2016 @ 13:27:58

    Very easy to visualize. I see how this could work as a metaphor for aging. Great imagistic poetry, Lynn.

    Reply

  4. katiemiafrederick
    Jan 30, 2016 @ 11:51:53

    P.S..
    Poe
    Try
    Hob
    by
    that
    never
    ends..
    free..
    easy
    peacey
    breezey
    wiNds..
    forty
    iS juSt
    anotHeR
    one oF
    mY favorite
    numBers to
    eNd anD beGiN aGaiN..:)

    Reply

  5. katiemiafrederick
    Jan 30, 2016 @ 11:47:21

    WeLL.. my friEnd
    almost at the
    end Lynn..
    i wrote
    37 poems
    to get here
    and it was
    worth it
    just to see
    the shape of
    your snow
    drift
    words..
    now on to
    39 as the sNow
    of me
    drifts
    oN..;)

    Reply

  6. Bodhirose
    Jan 30, 2016 @ 11:17:54

    Your broken down windmill was so concisely and clearly described and was made to seem even more neglected by the addition of the cold and snow. I especially loved your second verse.

    Reply

  7. mishunderstood
    Jan 30, 2016 @ 09:49:22

    There is sense of abandonment…as if the image is frozen, forgotten in time.

    Reply

  8. Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
    Jan 30, 2016 @ 01:03:34

    Very clear and sad.. The garden seems dominated by the presence of the past…

    Reply

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