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Tinker

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.

 


~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~

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summayya

Ahh! I remember this one! This is one of my favourite poems by you.

 

I love the uncertain end!!

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Aleksandra

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


The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau

History of Macedonia

 

 

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goldenlangur

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

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goldenlangur


goldenlangur

 

 

Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying.

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Billydo

Some great imagery here. I especially like the black tar.

 

Prefer black pudding though icon_smile.gif

 

Great stuff!

 

Cheers

 

Mike

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tonyv

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


Here is a link to an index of my works on this site: tonyv's Member Archive topic

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