J. Humbert Riddle’s Mountain Letter, Unaddressed

Editor’s Note:
I found this nailed to
A cabin door once owned by
J. Humbert Riddle. The
Cabin, by all appearances, had
Been long abandoned.

Somewhere, lost perhaps is
A sound in a quiet, still
Forest. Of trees. Of words

Whispered to the earth. To
Wind that whips trees and
Calls to black birds that fly

Off to the sun sinking… sinking
On ridges that still cling to
Bits of brown snow. Yes,

An absence shouts. Yells at
Quiet and calm and the smell
Of water melting and growing

Up again in leaves that sing in
Breezes and that
Call to us to come from…

Far away… to come to

5 thoughts on “J. Humbert Riddle’s Mountain Letter, Unaddressed

  1. Snakypoet (Rosemary Nissen-Wade) March 8, 2016 / 11:47 pm

    Oh, such a lovely addition to the Riddle canon.


  2. Victoria C. Slotto March 9, 2016 / 12:49 am

    The sensory details in this are just delicious, leaving the reader so wanting to have someone fill in the blanks. Brings to mind the work of Mary Oliver for me. And a great sense of place for this Reno lady.


  3. Mary March 9, 2016 / 1:29 am

    Matthew, I don’t see a line from Naomi Shihab Nye’s “Burning the Old Year.” This is a very specific prompt, so I will have to de-link it for Poetics. You can save it for Open Link. You might want to read the prompt carefully.


    • The Literary Doc March 9, 2016 / 3:02 am

      Mary, the line from the Nye poem is “an absence shouts.” Perhaps I should have italicized this.


  4. thotpurge March 9, 2016 / 1:32 am

    Beautiful images! the smell Of water melting … fantastic!


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