Sunday, December 1, 2013

Magpie Tales 196: Style

style  (in)adequate 

I have my style.  
it isn't yours. 
that's ok, because
I don't always

understand your
sense of it.  often
I drink in self-critique 
over my lack of 

vocabulary.  simplicity 
doesn't linger in our 
eyes, however.   look 
into mine - big words 

swim saline oceans,
tread water, then 
crawl to the shore 
of my face to whet 

a forest of thought.  
I like the forest.  there 
is danger, but safety,
too.  in it , style glides 

beneath a canopy of 
leaves, a soothing 
balm of breeze that 
needs no vocabulary. 

Poem © 2013 Rick Burnett Baker 
Photo "Wings" shared by Tess Kincaid.


  1. ...perfectly said, Rick.... the last two stanzas are my favourite.... loved it! smiles...

  2. A beautiful forest, indeed...nice one, Rick...

  3. Enjoyed this one rich with a forest of thought

  4. Beautifully done. How rich your words.
    Anna :o]

  5. Rick ... this is lovely. Danger and beauty in the forest, for certain. Happy Week!

  6. lovely Rick- especially the last verse

  7. I love this, Rick, especially "whet a forest of thought'

  8. In this one, I feel like an anchor. A place that people come back to. A touchstone who wants to be more. Because there is a forest in there as vast as the ocean they keep swimming out to.