Tinker Posted May 15, 2009 Share Posted May 15, 2009 Freedom On the coastal cliffs shaded gray, I look out to a blackened sea. A spiny strata fragments under foot and a jolting descent begins. Needle pricks of stinging wind press upward into chest, throat and face. Sour bile rises like black tar boiling from the belly. . . fall or fly. . . . --- Judi Van Gorder. Quote ~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~ For permission to use this work you can write to Tinker1111@icloud.com Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
summayya Posted May 15, 2009 Share Posted May 15, 2009 Ahh! I remember this one! This is one of my favourite poems by you. I love the uncertain end!! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Aleksandra Posted May 15, 2009 Share Posted May 15, 2009 Wonderful poem Tink, I can't remember good on this one, but I like it a lot. And yes you are right. Its sounds like collaborative work with golden's poem The Colour of Fear The imageries are wonderful here Tink Aleksandra Quote The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau History of Macedonia Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
goldenlangur Posted May 15, 2009 Share Posted May 15, 2009 Hi Tink, I do remember your poem well, particularly these superb details: "spiny strata" "black tar boiling from the belly." And yes, by a link of spirit and inspiration across the seas, your very well crafted poem, strikes a chord with my piece. The build up of fear and your use of colours - "gray, blackened sea, bile, black tar" all make palpable the nerve racking moment you've captured here. I'm so glad and touched that you posted this again as a link to our poems. Thank you goldenlangur Quote goldenlangur Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Billydo Posted May 15, 2009 Share Posted May 15, 2009 Some great imagery here. I especially like the black tar. Prefer black pudding though Great stuff! Cheers Mike Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
tonyv Posted May 15, 2009 Share Posted May 15, 2009 I, too, appreciate the uncertainty. Is the narrator hang-gliding? Is s/he base jumping? Perhaps the safeties are all off ... For me, the "blackened sea" conjures a unique, inexplicable, Old World sense of hopeful hopelessness. It moves me a lot. Tony Quote Here is a link to an index of my works on this site: tonyv's Member Archive topic Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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