A thumb of mist has smudged a line of trees and the horizon far beyond until we cannot easily distinguish them. Dark clouds worn threadbare like old clothes through which the sun slants down Houses in a wavy line between the branches, along the hills -- combs the undergrowth. they could be ships some lost among the folds of ocean. What treasures might be buried here beneath the waves? The tablets of stone cracked and crumbled long ago. On silver birch white lichens grow like star fruit we could pick The climate has grown too extreme for human beings now. Water tumbles down a rock formation, pools among the evergreens A row of thin trees in which upright as a guard of honour. there perches From here in his finest blues they might be stick the Fisher King insects out king fisher most remarkable to catch us off our guard. eyes boring holes in watery murk. He dives. Once. Twice. Has two fish in his beak, before: a shiver of water and an arrow from a bow, he's gone,to leave the colour as a trail of cobalt blue electric sparks. He, too, will catch the likes of us off guard when he returns -- but from the opposite direction! Real and unreal interact here urge eyes to look and minds to think in other ways. ploughed fields Approach the hazels. retain some snow Trunks decorated in speckle form with more lichens or furrowed rows -- Over to our left (pale blue plaques a lunar land a hazel wood with small black an artist contributes squiggles)tell -- tidied up its own fuzz or ought to tell -- to what is of past celebrities after all who slept or lived a fuzzy scene. among these branches -- Branch and twig, The hazel dormouse Muscardinus how fine they are! lived among these leaves. How fine the winter canopy! Brushes of camel hair Now undulating land, to brush the sky dips and grassy knolls. ruffled Gnarled roots beneath the feet by the breeze. suggest it was not always so. Clouds now like mountains where was smudge before.
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Saturday, 16 February 2013
Real and Unreal : Cloud Poem #2
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...ah, all the real things we have today are all once unreal... and i'm not sure whether i'll be happy to know it or be scared... (sigh)... this is very rich for a poem... a lot to carry...a lot to digest... a lot to ponder about... yet always enjoyable to read your wise words sir... smiles...
nice.dave. love all the nature elements, the real and unreal interacting, ha..i love this form many...it keeps my scattered mine busy as i popcorn there and there...we bring forward what is real...or do we...
It's being aware of intricacies, of what life there is, all in natural tenderness! It's not all well and good. There're smudges, of course, and lots to chew! Great take Dave!
I really like your cloud poems...and how the real and unreal interweave here, to lead the mind of the reader into so many different realities.
And what IS reality?
I think you've given us the answer here on this page!
Great writing Dave.:)
Beautiful similes and metaphors here Dave - like the clouds/old clothes one particularly - I shall look for those clouds next time to go for a walk.
This has a very strong forest feel, Dave, with everywhere you look something catching your eye and fitting together in glancing as well as direct ways. It looks very hard to put together even on the typing level! But it works verey well on the reading level. k.
This is a wonderful feast for the imagination, Dave!
a feast indeed- what a fabulously wonderful read this morning!
Compelling images here.
But I am still relishing the powerful philosophical poem on Sacrifice. I totally agree with your view, I think it has always been my perception too but it never happened I could put it into words.
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Thanks Everyone for taking the time out to comment. Your thoughts are always very welcome. I am especially grateful for those relating to the cloud poems.
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