Open Poetry #13 |
Along the Skagit |
Mabel A. Dilley Senior Member
since 2001-03-17
Posts 859Seattle, WA, USA |
I know this beach long and narrow desolate the cry of loon. I know its narrow islets fingers of water, private places islands of love. I know its refuge safe and silent from rage of the moon. I know its starfish the rush of pipers against an azure sky. I know its grief its loss at winter when I search in vain your name. Graphics: Wetlands and Waterfowl © Richard R. Jackson / Roma Stock Music: pachelbel_canon_in_d.mid "I am not now that which I have been." |
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
Strange how we can find refuge and grief in the same place sometimes, isn't it. Loved your imagery here - I was almost there I think. Michael |
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Just A Woman Senior Member
since 2001-03-10
Posts 507 |
Oh beautiful.....this is outstanding. I thank you for the read.
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
I know its narrow islets fingers of water, private places islands of love. I know its refuge safe and silent from rage of the moon. I know its starfish the rush of pipers against an azure sky. ========================== excellent employ of imagery here... it worked in perfect unison to enhance the bittersweet beauty of this melancholy, emotional piece. the last lines impact was as it needed be. well done. It's such a clever innocence with which you show myself to me |
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VAS Member Rara Avis
since 2000-11-16
Posts 7450Oregon |
Beautiful, poignant! Solitude and sadness interwoven. Until I saw this title I had missed that you lived in Seattle. Just visited my daughter over spring break. Didn't get into the Skagit Valley this time, though. We were at Greenlake, though, and I have a question... There are some medium-sized waterfowl that are black with white bills that inhabit that area. The closest I could come in a bird book was that they might be coots, but the pic just didn't quite match up. Do you know of which I speak and their kind? They go way under the water to feed, often simultaneously within the group, and pop-up almost rhythmically, one by one to the surface. |
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Katherine Chandler Member
since 2001-03-07
Posts 280Florida, USA |
Poignant, intense, yet soft and comforting. Imagery superb. You're a mighty fine story teller, my friend. Kate Blessings Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood. |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
Oh sigh...... |
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Manda_1982 Junior Member
since 2000-11-01
Posts 24Washington State,USA |
As a resident of Skagit Valley, I know very well the comforts of the river. I liked this one a lot ~Amanda |
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Mabel A. Dilley Senior Member
since 2001-03-17
Posts 859Seattle, WA, USA |
Thank you all for reading, enjoying and commenting. The history of the river and delta region of the of the Skagit is like life in many ways: bittersweet, and always I encourage us all to become better stewards of rich natural resources. Shalom "I am not now that which I have been." |
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