Ross Lakes

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When The Illusion Fails - Poem by Ross Lakes

My front porch muse makes
Deep pools from puddles.

Living at the tip of the
Bay City’s edge is a
Windy proposition.
Sure, the sailing’s great,
But ice sails too, some springs.

Michigan’s topsoil breaks into
Slabs-twelve feet thick, eighty wide.
Blown inland at flower petal speed, it
Slices nicely, then shaves the shore of
Trees and houses, homes and histories.

I sit and swing and
Watch the cold, insistent blade
Breath in,
Breath out,
And ignore the wind as best I can.

Comments about When The Illusion Fails by Ross Lakes

  • (7/26/2007 4:36:00 PM)

    Breath-taking view and breath-taking writing. I'm marvelling at the breadth, depth, power and originality of the images you've generated with so few words. Only a very inventive and coherent poetic imagination could have produced this superb poem - one of your very best Ross, in a batch of excellent poems. Your muse was on top form! jim (Report) Reply

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  • (7/25/2007 7:49:00 PM)

    excellently put my good old sir.... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, July 25, 2007

Poem Edited: Thursday, March 24, 2011

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