Open Poetry #14 |
Not Another Sunday |
Mabel A. Dilley Senior Member
since 2001-03-17
Posts 859Seattle, WA, USA |
Night’s light struggles to illuminate patches of early morning through those gray skies that linger before pink dawn, and air breathes softly through the throat of an evergreen. This stillness will not break for another hour. Birds are waking as sea gulls wing toward the beach. Pre-dawn chill clutches each bone of your body, and you wonder how much will you have to pay the black raven for some modicum of heat, of sun. It’s then you remember the laughter of children: those by-gone days sculpting the sand like Whelk and Black-faced Turbans. A starfish inches toward the sea. Soon people will come with their dogs and kites. Perhaps you will not remain alone: Perhaps alone is just a state of being far over-rated, and then again, perhaps not. You try to remember a softer time, but death seems inevitable, like walking an early morning beach just to hear the sound undulating through your body once more. The rocks are sharp to the touch, cutting deeply into your flesh - you watch the blood sting into the saline sea and sleep overtakes all of this destruction. You give thanks to the cosmos for it is done. Graphics:Wind over Water Suzy Hart "I am not now that which I have been." |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Julian~ There is such a lovely aura to this piece. A seeming finality ... and yet~ Really a beautiful piece of writing. ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Julian, I agree with Marge, well done. |
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Mabel A. Dilley Senior Member
since 2001-03-17
Posts 859Seattle, WA, USA |
Thank you dear Marge. My muse grows tired of gray mornings, so I've rebelled just for today. "I am not now that which I have been." |
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Mabel A. Dilley Senior Member
since 2001-03-17
Posts 859Seattle, WA, USA |
Thank you Seymour - have a blessed day. "I am not now that which I have been." |
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VAS Member Rara Avis
since 2000-11-16
Posts 7450Oregon |
My perception of what this is saying seems to be much different from what others have perceived. Though it speaks of beautiful things, they are almost as if the speaker is enjoying them for the last time, and barely allowing himself that. The last stanza sounds like a suicide at the hands of the ocean and rocks. Am I the only one that sees that in this? It seems so powerfully written to that intent. |
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Mabel A. Dilley Senior Member
since 2001-03-17
Posts 859Seattle, WA, USA |
VAS: well read and right on. Glad I hit my mark. Thank you for reading. ~ Shalom "I am not now that which I have been." |
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brian madden Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 4374ireland |
The rocks are sharp to the touch, cutting deeply into your flesh - you watch the blood sting into the saline sea and sleep overtakes all of this destruction. You give thanks to the cosmos for it is done. Very serene images, I loved the last verse. |
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Interloper
since 2000-11-06
Posts 8369Deep in the heart |
Well done with foreboding and finality. Tickle your muse into a better frame of mind |
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Mabel A. Dilley Senior Member
since 2001-03-17
Posts 859Seattle, WA, USA |
Brian and Interloper: thank you and my muse is a wench. Sometimes producing beauty, sometimes intrigue and yesterday a bit of dark ink. lol "I am not now that which I have been." |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
Now you know I LOVE this one, love it! ~*~ Remember to tell someone today that you love them as tomorrow may never come ~*~ |
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Mabel A. Dilley Senior Member
since 2001-03-17
Posts 859Seattle, WA, USA |
Msteria: thank you. Written at 4:30 in the gray AM. Truly sunrise at the beach was wonderous, but my muse captured the dark side of the lava and granite. "I am not now that which I have been." |
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