Sadness
Dissect this sadness
Thundering silence
that slows down time
And then
a sudden rush of feel
like a tidal surge, that
makes me come alive!
Dissect this sadness
Thundering silence
that slows down time
And then
a sudden rush of feel
like a tidal surge, that
makes me come alive!
Wow! This is a beautiful poem. I love "silence that slows down time" - I will write about that silence soon.......and I love the "tidal surge that makes me come alive". Your poetry is stunning, and so relatable. The photo you have chosen to accompany it goes so well with the title Sadness, that gray mist hazing across the land.......lovely.
ReplyDeleteOh I love the thought of your gigantic frog croaking away outside your window.....I can almost see him, though I've never seen a big frog - ours are pretty tiny guys. My sister has a small pond on her property across the street from me, so every night I stand on my porch and hear them croaking at the sky......this poem was written when I still lived on the west coast though, I lived on a lovely pond and the base of a mountain that turned rosey every evening......it was glorious.......sigh.
ReplyDeleteThanks for your beautiful BEAUTIFUL poem on "summer days".....so lovely to find it this summer morning..........I left a message for you there but dont know if you'll go back to comments......still figuring out how this blogging stuff works....I, too, feel the melancholia.......it all goes by so fast.....even faster now. I think I will post my little-boy poem next, if you want to really feel nostalgic :)
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed this poem. It was very moving.
ReplyDeleteI love your close encounter with the owl. I had a similar encounter that was very frustrating. There was a wooden lookout high up a cligg in Clayoquot Sound that looked out over the top of a forest and right out o sea. I went there often with my camera. This day I walked out onto the deck with my camera already up to my eye as there was a certain way the light was refracting through clouds that I loved and hoped to capture. I clicked my shot, my LAST shot on that roll (that camera used film) and heard a flapping, lowering the camera to discover NOT TWO FEET TO MY LEFT, a HUGE eagle just lifting off from the fence rail where he had been perched, watching me till I got too close. Had I not been AN IDIOT, I would have had the shot of all time! He circled off, with an indignant cry, and I frantically changed my film. I hovered there for a good half hour willing him to return. But that was my one chance and I blew it.......the cloud shot wasnt what I had hoped either. Oh well.
ReplyDeleteI imagine this area does sound awesome with all the wildlife etc....but when you mention coconut palms, that sounds wildly exotic to this grizzled west coast pine tree person:)And I love the sound of your monsoons, especially right now when I am SWELTERING hot waiting for the evening to cool down..........
Thank you, Sherry
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