eclipse Posted March 11, 2019 Share Posted March 11, 2019 The moon has left it's balcony to be replaced by a mermaid watching tides sculpt cliffs. Visitors to long sands beach are transfigured briefly, a promontory forms in the mind for future reflections. The lighthouse is like a pen lit by light echoing as it warns spirits of new arrivals, children who see with pearls pf pure sight. Tide reaches the shore a page is turned old seaman share story's, a cache of pearls on a promontory. Clouds are like postcards that never reach there destination, the sky listens to conversations of people on the beach, their lives sawn in half, the stunning wonder of the bay and the journey home after having walked across clouds and photographs of the day. Spirits hear stories of the living linger in shells, clouds pass over those dreaming about Whitley bay and the soundless sea. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dcmarti1 Posted March 16, 2019 Share Posted March 16, 2019 "pearls of pure sight" Lovely. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
tonyv Posted March 30, 2019 Share Posted March 30, 2019 On 3/11/2019 at 4:53 AM, eclipse said: Clouds are like postcards that never reach there destination That's how I feel when I send an email or text. Is anybody even listening? On 3/11/2019 at 4:53 AM, eclipse said: … clouds pass over those dreaming about Whitley bay and the soundless sea. That would be me. Give me Whitley Bay and a soundless sea. 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...
dr_con Posted April 2, 2019 Share Posted April 2, 2019 The images! wow. Can see it now. Well done! J Quote thegateless.org Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
JoelJosol Posted April 5, 2019 Share Posted April 5, 2019 Lovely. Quote "Words are not things, and yet they are not non-things either." - Ann Lauterbach Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
David W. Parsley Posted April 21, 2019 Share Posted April 21, 2019 Hi Barry, Remarkably evocative and vivid. After reading your poem, I feel like I have been to this bay. Luscious imagery and language place the human condition in the framework of a natural world that listens but does not intervene. Matthew Arnold's "eternal note of sadness" is an unheard melody in this piece. And as Keats tells us, "unheard melodies are sweeter." Very nice! - Dave P.S. Watch for typos, e.g. "story's" instead of the intended "stories". Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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