footsteps

the sound
of my own footsteps . . .
winter dawn
--Bill Kenney


The hush is deafening as a backdrop to Bill's footsteps. It's a cold dawn, perhaps, even a white snowed-in dawn. Line 3 brings the resonance of a lonesomeness pre-empted in Line 2. And Line 1 certainly breaks into that silence in a crisp neat way. No clutter, no excesses, just enough appeal to the reader's audible sense to want to find out more.
Where? what? are two of the first questions to come to mind on reading the opening line before the eye scans the complete poem.
In a sumie mood Bill swabs the edge of night into a lightening greyness

Well Done Bill


gillena cox
Caribbean Kigo Kukai - founder/co ordinator



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