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Thursday, 29 December 2011

"power lines / stretching..."

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http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/5/54/Powerlines_Over_Fields_Erzhausen.jpg/1024px-Powerlines_Over_Fields_Erzhausen.jpg

A powerline stretching over winter fields near the village of Erzhausen, Germany. Looking westward: photo by Ingolfson, December 2007





a field, in the mind

fog, winter colors

power lines

stretching into white-grey

frosted distance

empty





http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/4/4f/Winter_Fields_South_Of_Erzhausen.jpg/1024px-Winter_Fields_South_Of_Erzhausen.jpg

A powerline stretching over winter fields near the village of Erzhausen, Germany. Looking southward. The cemetery and associated buildings to the left: photo by Ingolfson, December 2007

9 comments:

STEPHEN RATCLIFFE said...

Tom,

"a field, in the mind

fog. . ."

(The cemetery and associated buildings to the left)

12.29

light coming into fog against invisible
ridge, black shape of black pine branch
in foreground, sound of wave in channel

position, certain this time
of making “a failure”

is not at all that was then,
which follows, rather

blinding orange edge of sun above ridge,
white cloud in pale blue sky on horizon

Susan Kay Anderson said...

There is a bench there between the black trunks for pausing, resting, underneath the buzzing wires. Whiz above, movement, endless. Beneath--crunch crunch, slide, dusty ice, small pebbles, tight boots, shoes, scarves, hats, gloves. Sweating, trying to breath normally.


Germany

Pushed a small cart in the small store (Lidl) in the small town
down the cobblestone streets
along the castle wall
my icy self rushed past
down the steps
to the lake.

vazambam said...

Perhaps a powerful picture of what
the mind "sees" when it has no energy left?

TC said...

"a field, in the mind

fog. . ."

(The cemetery and associated buildings to the left)

position, certain this time
of making “a failure”

pausing, resting, underneath the buzzing wires

trying to breath normally

icy self

picture of what
the mind "sees" when it has no energy left?

Yay, verily, all this encompasses it.

(Rain dribbling in the drainspouts, 2:13 a.m.)

ACravan said...

So much poetry in one post -- I'm now energized for the day ahead. Curtis

TC said...

Curtis,

This was yet another fixture in my relentless festive programme.

It's photos like these that send me into gloomy raptures and doubtless also serve to further justify this site's reputation as a sputtering fount of gelid good cheer.

The EverReady bunny took a wrong turn at the Playboy mansion and ended up in the cemetery (and associated buildings)?

aditya said...

Reading it upside down is a poem too I just realized.

frosted distance

stretching into white-grey

power lines

fog, winter colors

a field, in the mind

TC said...

Someone thinks this poem, like the world itself, perhaps looks better upside down.

(Never quite sure any more which end is up.)

ACravan said...

I read Aditya's "upside down" comment during a sort of "upside down" passage from Pennsylvania to New York yesterday. Very, very interesting. Curtis