Slither

there is a snake in the grass

curled calm in scaled flair

trespass not for torpor taints

this sallow serpent’s lair

peerless peccadillo

her fangs are burnished;

bare

.

convoluting coils of stillness

a flick of forked tongue

tread lightly heedless pilgrim

lest her venom freely run

retreat to shadowed sanctum

for she seeketh

only sun..

34 thoughts on “Slither”

  1. Verses both delicate and twisted – just like the slithering path of the snake… I applaud you for the gorgeous primeval and tropical images they bring to my mind and how just when things seem murky and dark, the poem ends with the image of the sun. Love it! πŸ’Ÿ

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    1. Well done for noticing the twisted tone and murk…. don’t be too fooled by the sun, for it only makes a brief appearance. The snake is a metaphor for entities that demand sunshine even if they themselves are dark hearted and venomous.
      Or something like that ….
      haha.
      Dear Ishu, your encouragement makes my day – in my mind I can still remember starting my blog and thinking how I never expected to receive any feedback. Hugs sunshine
      πŸŒΊπŸ’œπŸ€—πŸ’œπŸŒΊ

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      1. I can’t get enough of your poetry. The more I read, the more I find in them to ponder and love – and adore! (Praisonomics alert)!
        I wish I could express ALL that I feel upon reading your blog, but I’m afraid I don’t have the words they deserve. You know your thoughts move me more than I can tell!
        P.S. The wandering armadillo may have started with unsure steps but never for an instant, believe me, failed to leave exemplary footprints behind! πŸ’ŸπŸ’ŸπŸ˜˜πŸ’“πŸ˜πŸ’œ

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    1. Jazz! I’m so happy you read and commented so positively! If you were the snake I would make sure you had a prime spot to luxuriate in. And a fresh rodent lunch! 😊

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    1. Wow! Your reaction is above and beyond …. I soar and the accompanying smile is from the heart. Thank you beautiful 🌺❀️ Have a wonderful week….

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  2. I love that you made the snake female. I like to observe and photograph snakes, yet I never considered one female. Isn’t that something? Maybe I need to psychoanalyze that some, lol…. I love that her words and actions may have been misjudged, and I love your idea that even the darkest-perceived hearts need a piece of that shared sun. I agree wholeheartedly with other readers of yours in that I love your diction and syntax and sound devices. Your poetry is always such a party with letters! I’m honored to get an invite! πŸ™‚

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    1. Wow Laura! I truly loved reading your comments here. So unexpectedly brave to photograph snakes!!
      You offer praise that means so much – and the phrase β€œyour poetry is always such a party with letters” has me smiling from here, till tomorrow!
      Isn’t writing something?! When in the mood, when the spark of an idea unfurls, the creative process is such a cathartic pastime …. and to be appreciated, wow…. we are so lucky πŸ’πŸ’œπŸ˜Œ

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  3. Amazing, Diana!πŸƒπŸ’šπŸƒAlways profound, intriguing, unique…🌟🌟🌟The words you use, the metaphors and the melody…🎼🌠 Nature – so in harmony with Grace✨🌳✨

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    1. What a marvellous comment you offer to me today, and when I think about it, every time we interact! Such warmth, kindness and respect. Now just imagine how the world would be if we all were as kind, encouraging and respectful. Thank you for showing me it is possible sweet soul! Hugs on high to you my dear Merit πŸ˜˜πŸ’œπŸŒΈπŸŒΉ

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      1. Thank you so much my dear Diana!β˜€οΈπŸ™β˜€οΈAll I can feel is deep Gratitude and Connection. The Power of Reflection. My Soul shines when I read you. βœ¨πŸ§šβ€β™€οΈβœ¨May Warmth, Kindness and Respect from our Connection nourish all the Souls in our World. 🌟🌟🌏🌟🌟Much Light and Hugs, always.πŸ’•

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    1. Dear V …. β€˜allo sweetie! πŸ’œπŸ€—We had the shyest snakes in Tassie; I don’t even think I saw one growing up! Hugs from afar, how’s things in SA?

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  4. A snake is a snake is a snake, their tongue still holds venom and a mind would thoughts to strike. Bask in the sun and talk nice and become the stiff of their sacrifice…
    Beautiful poetry… this reminds me of the tale when the snake was cold and ask a man could he help him get warm by placing him in his coat. the snake promised not to bite the man, but when he did, he asked the man “what did you expect, I’m a snake”
    Thanks for tolerating my ongiongness ! not a word, but you know… again lovely poem

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    1. Your comments are awesome my faithful friend and I cherish your thoughts!
      β€œBask in the sun and talk nice, and become the stuff of their sacrifice” is pure rhyming that happily entertains. Cheers to you dear Tony; hopefully some fun in your Sunday, and a little study too if you must πŸ’œ πŸ–Š

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  5. It is a pleasure to be taking in your wonderful most imaginitive and inspirational words once again Dear Diana! I have so missed my visits here. I have some catching up to do!

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