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THOUGHTS FROM A BLUFF
As the sun sets in the west
painting sailors' delight for coming day
I stand atop my back yard's bluff
above the pond as shadows play
Bluff casts a line across the water
dividing the opaque from clear
where fish flicker back and forth
as low-light feeding time draws near
As demarcation line advances
and more of the watery world is hidden
thoughts of mortality invade
filling up my mind, unbidden
For sure as dawn brings a new day
one evening will fall on the last
when each of us will fade away
into shade and the forgotten past
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Nordic cloud
Mon, 2012-04-09 15:49
You make me feel that I am
You make me feel that I am the sunset,
but then the sun never sets so perhaps
we rise up from the dead!!
The bluffs, it reminds me of a poem,
was it Mathew Arnold, no, bot sure where,
as the word itself is evocative,
close to the sea or waters (pond)
its sound softly put the scene out of focus,
or soft focus, and becomes slightly dreamy for me!!
I am sure nobody else will feel like this because of that word.
"sailor's delight" by this I take it you mean "red sky at night...." or?
demarkstion-is that German
or does it stand for a war relic on a beach, a bunker?
It is the dark advancing cloud bank that gives you an eerie feeling,
I know that feeling when I loom at the darkening sky banks,
but immortality, that's something else.
Could dawn brings new day, the 'a' seems to lengthen that line for me.
One evening will shadow the last
and become the forgotten past
Just having fun with your words stan,
Ann.
"The image of yourself which you see in a mirror Is dead,
but the reflection of the moon on water, lives." Kenzan.
scribbler
Mon, 2012-04-09 16:56
Hi Ann
I was hopeful that the sailor reference was not too obscure, yes red shy at night ,sailor's delight; red sky at morning sailor take warning. DemarCAtion lol......damned typos!!!...Thanks for coming by and wading through this......stan
author commentIan.T
Mon, 2012-04-09 17:55
Stan
Great short piece there loved the painting of the changing colours.
We say here, that red sky at night is shepherds delight, and red in the morning shepherds warning, I wonder how that sailor got in this scene, probably the water lol I will have a word with the script writers ???
Will you stop fading away into the sunset John Wayne has long since gone riding off into the sunset....
I will ask Sadie to make sure we find each other there then you will see symbols and colours never thought of before lol.
Take care young man, Yours Ian
.
There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..
scribbler
Mon, 2012-04-09 21:45
Hi Ian
Shepherds huh?...... Well I guess we should all beware a red sky morning lol. And I hope to meet many new and old friends when I exit the final corridor......................stan
author commentloved
Wed, 2012-04-11 00:27
You always take
my breath away
as if I had any of my own to say
Stan,
from your poetic acumen ,
I can't SHUN away
red or white...
sunset or sunrise
Loved and Stan
shall friends for ever stay
RIGHT???
Oh Don't ever say
WRONG
loved
scribbler
Wed, 2012-04-11 08:17
Hello friend
Susan sometimes says I take her breath away also but it's usually right after I fart lmao. Thanks for dropping by for a read........stan
author commentloved
Wed, 2012-04-11 11:48
i can smell
happy sweetness
from this distance
thanks
tc
you had pineapple ???
loved
scribbler
Wed, 2012-04-11 12:41
hi loved
No pineapple, in fact I've been accused of having been weaned on a pickle lol. Appreciate the visit.......stan
author commentjudyanne
Wed, 2012-04-11 12:27
favourite lines
favourite lines
'dividing the opaque from clear
where fish flicker back and forth
as low-light feeding time draws near'
beautiful descriptive stan, lovely rhythm
i felt i was there with you watching the approaching darkness, and my heart did a little turn when i felt the 'shadow of the darkness of death'...
well writen
love judy
xxx
'Each for the joy of the working, and each, in his separate star,
shall draw the Thing as he sees It, for the God of Things as They are.'
(Rudyard Kipling)
scribbler
Wed, 2012-04-11 12:43
Hello Judy
Thanks for such kind comment. The poem started as a mere descriptive but drifted to introspection on its own.......stan
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