Sunday, November 12, 2017

The Thing

It's not the thing,
it's the description.
Sun squint amber eyes.
A tangled mane,
thick and coarse.
Muscle and roar and fire.

It's not the thing,
it's the description -
the sweet, savanna sigh

of a lion
or the lie
of a man.

For the Poetry Pantry at Poets United

13 comments:

Sherry Blue Sky said...

"...the sweet svanna sigh of a lion...." sent me dreaming. Just beautiful.

Sioux Roslawski said...

"Muscle and roar and fire..." What a trio.

Susie Clevenger said...

I prefer the lion to the artificial chest pumping of man.

Namratha said...

Men pretending to be lions..

Donna@LivingFromHappiness said...

Yes I will take the savannah sigh and lion over the lie of a man....

brudberg said...

lies are lies even with a mane and roar.

Colleen Looseleaf said...

You didn't have to use the word lion cause the description worked so well. It's a thing.

John Buchanan said...

You capture this so well. stunning.

hyperCRYPTICal said...

Rich with wonderful words. Lovely.
And it is the description...
Anna :o]

R.K. Garon said...

Awesome! Great juxtaposition.
ZQ

A said...

it's rarely the thing, but all surrounding the thing. nice description here

Sanaa Rizvi said...

Brilliant write!

Magaly Guerrero said...

Indeed, it's never the thing... but what it is and how it makes us feel.