David W. Parsley Posted June 24, 2012 Share Posted June 24, 2012 TRUMPET MORNING © 2012 David W. Parsley Parsley Poetry Collection Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Benjamin Posted June 29, 2012 Share Posted June 29, 2012 “Canyons exhale on the last lights of the city” “Beneath the aerial schism/ the sleeping earth dreams on:” Outstanding lines that capture the majesty of impending dawn--- it's movement and splendour ; witnessed by a sole symbolic flower, which in a different culture could mean-- 'flower indicating the sky'. Profound... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dedalus Posted July 3, 2012 Share Posted July 3, 2012 Some lovely, lovely lines in this piece, David! glows like tongues of cleaving fire. a thunderhead flotilla emerges from the west where light flies up in face of the blackness, climbs wing upon wing from the dwindling blue Very nice indeed. Quote Drown your sorrows in drink, by all means, but the real sorrows can swim Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tinker Posted July 6, 2012 Share Posted July 6, 2012 Hi David, I can hear the herald in this piece. I could almost breathe in the fragrance of the morning. I have often thought I would like to capture the morning as you have done here. There is something so alive in the writing of it. Thanks... ~~Tink 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...
David W. Parsley Posted July 7, 2012 Author Share Posted July 7, 2012 Hi Benjamin, many thanks for your appreciation and insights - gratifying on so many levels. The piece reflects an actual experience that I can only partially recapture. I still remember the awareness of almost mythic forces rising in isolation from each other and from the city nestled in the sleeping valley, then coming into opposition as I watched, wind whipping my clothes and hair, the sense of almost prophetic privilege and awe to witness it, how alive. When it came time to "release" the poem (thanks, Tinker), there was a deep urge to address the vast grandeur of the experience. For this purpose I brought in language and symbol deliberately set to trigger half-remembered passages from New Testament historical documents and prophecy (e.g. the Book of Revelations). Over the years I have returned many times to the piece, removing several of the more overtly Western influences to restore the pristine origins of the event. Nevertheless some elements remain, in the belief that they give the poem added richness without sacrificing universality. Among these are the substitution of fig trees for the quaking aspen, insertion of a rose-of-sharon in the illuminated patch of uncultivated field that the sunray struck, the title, etc. Your response in context of a "different culture" justifies the investment of care and craft. The value of "profound" attaches affirmation of the experience's supernatural power coming through. Thanks for understanding so well and for sharing that epiphany. - Dave Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
David W. Parsley Posted July 7, 2012 Author Share Posted July 7, 2012 Some lovely, lovely lines in this piece, David! glows like tongues of cleaving fire. a thunderhead flotilla emerges from the west where light flies up in face of the blackness, climbs wing upon wing from the dwindling blue Very nice indeed. I am glad this poem worked for you, Brendan. The lines you cite reflect the sense of epic conflict that characterized the scene as I witnessed it. Thanks for telling me, it means a lot. - Dave Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
David W. Parsley Posted July 15, 2012 Author Share Posted July 15, 2012 Hi David, I can hear the herald in this piece. I could almost breathe in the fragrance of the morning. I have often thought I would like to capture the morning as you have done here. There is something so alive in the writing of it. Thanks... ~~Tink Tinker, Tinker, it is so so good to have you back, sharing your rich composition, commentary, and advice (thanks for your help with linking)! Thank you for hearing and breathing beside this poet for a few moments. It is why we read, why we write, n'est pas? - Dave Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
eclipse Posted July 28, 2012 Share Posted July 28, 2012 interesting as always Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
fdelano Posted July 29, 2012 Share Posted July 29, 2012 Difficult to define a feeling, especially one where the reader is asked to stand in place of the narrator between the last of the light and the imminent collision with an approaching thunderhead. Your words were indeed interesting and will have a long-lasting effect. Thanks, Dave. fdh Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dedalus Posted July 29, 2012 Share Posted July 29, 2012 Killer poem! I'll say this again ... and again and again if necessary. Bump! Quote Drown your sorrows in drink, by all means, but the real sorrows can swim Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
tonyv Posted August 10, 2012 Share Posted August 10, 2012 Dave, thank you for sharing this top shelf poem (and I dont mean a book shelf). What fine writing! In addition to the majestic images of nature that are prevalent throughout I sense a subtle human element: Beneath the aerial schism the sleeping earth dreams on ... You say earth, but to me that means the world. I'm especially drawn in when I consider that awesome connotation. I love it. 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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