tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post7423934329473797752..comments2024-01-28T03:56:39.351-08:00Comments on TOM CLARK: "flat round..."Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-48887111594040200192009-11-26T07:33:18.293-08:002009-11-26T07:33:18.293-08:00Tom, more of that in today's poem ("silv...Tom, more of that in today's poem ("silver of sunlight" seen while surfing out there yesterday, first three lines seen and heard just now. . . .<br /><br />11.26<br /><br />red-orange of sky beside shadowed black <br />trees, red-tailed hawk calling in left<br />foreground, sound of waves in channel<br /><br /> therefore going after that,<br /> take place in ground<br /><br /> blue like this, everywhere,<br /> transitory after all<br /><br />silver of sunlight reflected in channel,<br />cloudless blue sky to the left of point<br /><br /><br />SteveSTEPHEN RATCLIFFEhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12339481653546188412noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-7125521563085227112009-11-26T05:55:56.114-08:002009-11-26T05:55:56.114-08:00Stephen,
Your poems bring back a flood of recolle...Stephen,<br /><br />Your poems bring back a flood of recollection. This:<br /><br />silver of sunlight reflected in channel<br /><br />reminded me of the "silvery" night-sound of surf, wafting across the mesa, mingling, on foggy evenings, with the distant night-sounds of a <a href="http://tomclarkblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/whistle-buoy.html" rel="nofollow">Whistle Buoy</a>.TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-43118263971955045652009-11-25T07:57:20.619-08:002009-11-25T07:57:20.619-08:00Tom,
Beautiful poem -- I remember seeing you runni...Tom,<br />Beautiful poem -- I remember seeing you running those Mesa roads years ago (the 70s) when no one else was running there it seemed. And now, once when I ran up (from where we were living across from tennis court) around the sewer ponds, seeing a great grey heron standing there in the field, motionless. . . . these last few days there's been an egret walking around in the sunlit field just across my fence (the field east of Overlook, looking across at Tam ridge and sky above it. Thanks. Here's this morning's poem --<br /><br />11.25<br /><br />first grey light in sky above still black<br />trees, red-tailed hawk calling on branch<br />in foreground, sound of wave in channel<br /><br /> where from past to present<br /> ‘projection memories’<br /><br /> thought, transitory detail,<br /> view familiar object<br /><br />silver of sunlight reflected in channel,<br />tree-line green slope of ridge above itSTEPHEN RATCLIFFEhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12339481653546188412noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-37165837187123273742009-11-24T16:56:21.050-08:002009-11-24T16:56:21.050-08:00SarahA,
I do love a nasturtium. The "sshhh&...SarahA,<br /><br />I do love a nasturtium. The "sshhh" in the word seems to gentle it so. And the flower, so common here, yet so fine, has a bright delicate water colour loveliness:<br /><br /><a href="http://tomclarkblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/phil.html" rel="nofollow">nasturtium (with eucalyptus)</a><br /><br /><br />Stephen,<br /><br />Lovely poem, thank you. As to "home," oh how we do miss that landscape. This one comes from it:<br /><br /><a href="http://tomclarkblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/one-morning-in-december.html" rel="nofollow">One Morning in December</a><br /><br /><br />Hb,<br /><br />Inside/outside, where is the borderline?TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-88741246180990270332009-11-23T11:06:43.631-08:002009-11-23T11:06:43.631-08:00wow!
what a picture you painted... i could see and...wow!<br />what a picture you painted... i could see and feel it... and i could understand how beautifully you were talking about the purpose of our growth... by the image of that lotus...<br /><br />a poetic weather report... both about the climate of the world around us... and the world within...<br />:Dhuman beinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09232419187783429903noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-60707744402133946532009-11-23T07:44:49.305-08:002009-11-23T07:44:49.305-08:00tom,
I've been reading your poems and looking ...tom,<br />I've been reading your poems and looking at your photos lately -- amazing clouds in crepuscular, this one especially close to home (Bolinas). . . . here's mine from this morning -- <br /><br />11.23<br /><br />red-orange clouds on horizon above black <br />trees, red-tailed hawk calling on branch<br />in foreground, sound of waves in channel<br /><br /> having remembered, a sound<br /> takes place as event<br /><br /> which is, whatever one may<br /> think, its effect is<br /><br />whiteness of sky to the left of point,<br />wingspan of pelican gliding toward it<br /><br />steveSTEPHEN RATCLIFFEhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12339481653546188412noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-30334471417366547212009-11-23T02:27:32.751-08:002009-11-23T02:27:32.751-08:00This is what I love about your words Thomas. Your ...This is what I love about your words Thomas. Your words always dance two ways in my brain. I am thinking, sometimes the 'tango' sometimes the 'waltz' or it could be the 'Foxtrot' or 'Salsa'<br />Few words, but clear images in my mind's eye. The mark of a good writer; I would say.As well as always having that purrrrrrfect close of her curtains. And I have learnt a new word *dance* 'nasturtium'Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-81513938201699099362009-11-23T02:10:04.873-08:002009-11-23T02:10:04.873-08:00The still cloudy sky after rain, tentatively clear...The still cloudy sky after rain, tentatively clearing, undecided, not yet blue... to be grown up into by something green. With its top opening like a lotus.TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-80967917067748805532009-11-22T10:10:38.044-08:002009-11-22T10:10:38.044-08:00so beautiful!
and 'white morning' made me...so beautiful!<br /><br />and 'white morning' made me think for a while... <br />through the contrast between white and green, i could see how we gain color little by little after we are born... we should grow...human beinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09232419187783429903noreply@blogger.com