The moon petals the sea. Rose petals the sea. Stone sea. Stone petals. Rose petals of stone. Stone rising before me. Sea moves. How moves...
extract from the poem Koi by John Burnside All afternoon we've wandered from the pool to alpine beds and roses ...
Hello everyone who follows David King (My Father). On behalf of the family this post is to let you know that Dad sadly passed away, peacefu...
It all depends, you see, how you go about it. And that I cannot tell you, for that will be dictated by you and by you knowing your friends...
A Birthday in April ~ Wordsworth Prompt from The Imaginary Garden with Real Toads (The first of three posts which will celebrate the l...
Thursday, 21 June 2012
Cart Ruts and Bootprints.
All landscapes have been
layered over time. Scipes.
Landscipe say. Landscaef.
Land sculpted out by man.
Car & cart ruts. Bootprints
simulate a layered-on, not
a layered-into. As if a thing
or two (say, something like
Meccano pieces - do you
remember them?) was laid,
is being laid, or will be laid
(all is tense upon the land),
a thing apart, though hardly
ours. Until we made it so.
At once my eyes are raising
them and building with them.
Towers of Babel. Something
like. Dad will help - I'm sure.
Bolts. Nuts. Tighten to hold
firm. Nature interferes.Water
building new layers. Delicate,
the tracery that now appears,
rubbishing our early crudity.
Lifts our eyes to interpose a
natural (and virtual) layering.
Landscaef's new dimension.
Written from the visual prompt above supplied by The Mag at http://magpietales.blogspot.co.uk/.
Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)
Landscapes as landscaped by man can be any dimensions. Seen those rock gardens,layered cobblestones with fountains and all.Interesting take Dave!
Land-scape, scape -goat,goat god Pan, do we sculpt it or does it sculpt us?. Thans Dave i enjoyed this very much
Enjoyed the thoughts and form of this poem! So much depth from one photo!
nice man...made me think on many levels...i think we build all kinds of towers of babel as a culture...but also it made me think of building those shanty structures with dad that ended up being our forts...
'rubbishing our early crudity' - I loe this line - strong and delightful poem.
I like the layering of your thoughts here...a bit of a change of style for you Dave...I like it...
Landscape is made during long time... I often feel very long term from your lines.
Absolutely! Thanks for.
Good question. If you pushed me, I'd have to say we it. Like your thinking.
Thanks, that's ver good to hear.
Yup, I'm with you on both of these observations. Thanks.
Hi, welcome. Good to have you aboard and to have your thoughts. Thanks for both.
Thanks Tess. Something of an experiment for me.
Really nice thought this. Thank you so much.
Wow. I love the layering of this poem. Well done!
(all is tense upon the land) -- brilliant. And this poem captured Escher so perfectly! Nice.
Post a Comment