Beyond the Pale
Nights do seem muted when they are swept by rain. Very true. Or did you mean the winds were muted? I like the word "quavering" too. To me it suggests notes being played by the wind...
This will always be oneof the views from apoet's house
Pinkerbell,Thank you once again for your receptivity and delicacy. All those readings become part of the right reading.Charles,Yes: perfectly clear. Permanently clouded.
Tom – as Charles says, the view from a poet’s house. Especially one who is exiled in paradise. With your indulgence, here’s one from the manuscript of that same name.What Ink Can’t Capture“Fog veils the river and mountains”the bridge crosses from one worldto another where sunlight brushesthe tips of redwoods and firsmist necklaces drift to far off hillspockets among the pines puff outlike paper lanterns illuminated from within by slanting light crude shadows mark the houseshalf hidden among the treesthis stillness is always there
Pat,A poem that feels as though it had been writ with the scarce light filtering through fog and cloud as its brush.Many thanks for the continuing breath of sustenance.
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