A description of what started this particular blog can be found in its first entry --Feb. 9, 2009. It's about healing.
Wednesday, October 9, 2013
Back Porch Poem
Where pen angles Over its shadow, Webby yellow light Thrown down in Autumn enfolds an Old man in his Back porch chair. But yes, it is I, I who sit there -- Me-- alert to piscine Thoughts that must Be caught and Returned to the sea.
Love these wordsReplyDelete
*Thoughts that must
Be caught and
Returned to the sea.
Thank you Margie! At some point I felt the life of ideas depends on catch and release.Delete
I wish I could ask what you mean by piscine. Oh, wait. I can. What do you mean by piscine?ReplyDelete
Piscine, yes, the ideas wriggle past like red-hot iron fish swimming flames on the Sun!Delete
Before I even fully processed your answer, I felt pre-emptive tears wanting to form in my eyes. Fish. And Sun. Quite sublime.Delete
Oh, you used webby, and angles, and old man, and sea, in addition to piscine.ReplyDelete
I see what you did there.
What's it like to live in the mind of a poetic genius? Just wondering...
The 'webby yellow light', that's just great. :)
Most kind, Michelle. I don't know what it's like. I'd have to sell up and take out impossible loans to even guess.Delete
Catching thoughts from the Sea and making them even more sensitive must take a lot of poetic capacity.ReplyDelete
Love how the images in your poem all come together in "Autumn" under the "yellow light." Makes it feel bright and colorful.ReplyDelete
Hey Geo! My piscine thoughts (along with the cephalopod and crustacean) never get put back. I prefer it that way. Nice work, Sir. IndigoReplyDelete
the idea of catch and release will now give me new thoughts.ReplyDelete