Beyond the Pale
Tom,pleasure to find this, and the resonances within to this --2.7first grey light in sky above still blackridge, white curve of moon beside leavesin foreground, sound of wave in channel elusive, appearance a thing perception would have part from painting, however equally clear, methodgrey-white clouds reflected in channel,shadowed green of ridge across from it
The amniotic wateris meant to be spilledunder the microscopeit ferns
Ah... the sweet shelter of the womb... The place we all want to go back to when we feel afraid or exhausted... Paradise before Earth.
Thoughts of you and Keats today. After returning to The Eve of St. Agnes I found your poem-meaning read through contrast and light as verbal sign.
As a long day closes, these lovely words from friends leave ripples that animate the shadows...
Another 'something' as the new day begins -- pink, blue, red all 'noticeable' / thought, as is silver and shadowed green --2.8pink line of jet trail in pale blue skyabove ridge, white of moon below branchin foreground, sound of wave in channel corresponds to the opposite, then taken equivalent side the sun does not touch, unnoticeable, thoughtsilver of sunlight reflected in channel,shadowed green slope of ridge across it
in very few words says everything.
Steve,The "side the sun does not touch" is where I live. But always hopeful to "correspond to the opposite" with you (bringing the light of moon, sky, sun every morning).
gamefaced, Princess Haiku,A pleasure indeed to share my small shadow with you.
Beautiful Tom !! Maybe .. An insight into how the surreality of dreams is re casted to reality. Certitude of the drifts being brought back to life by the very shadows every flicker of your drift shall create. Rising. And falling.I absolutely loved the ending. Incredibly structured !!!
Thank you Aditya.In our dreams perhaps we are adrift in a life before or beyond our present life. In time a shadow falls over this earthly paradise.Alas.
Tom,Thank you, and I look every morning to see what you have sent across from that opposite/parallel side. No sun today, a moment of rain shower on roof, and now the song sparrows are starting up --2.9first grey light in cloud above blacknessof ridge, sound of drops falling on roofin foreground, wave breaking in channel constant whole section, two systems are therefore motion equal to force, left side, first componentsilver of sunlight reflected in channel,shadowed canyon of ridge across from it
Hahah ! Exactly .. exactly ..
I'm often surprised by my lack of understanding about why certain things in your poems stick out to me. Like this: "undifferentiated light." It jumped off the screen and I don't know why and don't know whether to figure it out or just enjoy it. Help.
Never mind. I'm going to just enjoy it. :)
Otto,I'd rather you enjoyed it than either of us understood it or anything.Thanks every time.
As always Tom, even when you use few words, you allow the reader to float and take different meanings..the ending here for me is a perfect example of this.
Leigh,Yes, in a curious way I felt this one was being lent me rather than "bought" by concentrated effort on my part. In which sense it does indeed feel "floated", not only as a paper boat (say) might be, but also, perhaps, as a loan (from time) might be.(Hyper conscious anyway, lately, of time as something being borrowed rather than owned.)
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