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Click hereThe summer afternoon looks over my shoulder
at the empty time stretching past the horizon
into tomorrow and far beyond and all the world
seems wide and uneventful and devoid of people,
fields lying like so many propositions,
hemmed in by hedges and stone walls -
no wind and the clouds an even colour and
no water, the stream indicated by trees down
below but never visible from this high
vantage point: far away like human contact,
self-sufficient, somewhat defensive. Then
there's a bird singing in flight. I look
up to get a glimpse of wings passing but
there is nothing, only the dull grey covering
screwed down firmly over the old hills falling away.
Your use of imagery paint a clear picture in this poem. Excellent
Very strong imagination disciplining the words to express as close as possible what you see/feel.
I take it, you are facing East to start with, but then your eyes wonder all around.
It gives me some hopeful look into the future, but also an unnerving feeling coming from looking into non existence, (at least not as yet).
Structurally, as always, I find you masterful and in essence with the descriptive qualities/potential of a full symphonic orchestra . Your three liners flow smoothly, without effort, like your glance.
5ed, and thanks for sharing!
The flow of this piece between stanzas mimics the flow of the afternoon. Nicely done!
Please give us a Poem on the earthquake in Nepal from the point of view of a climber on Mount Everest as the onrushing avalanche takes his life ........