Saturday, October 5, 2013

Rock Point 3 a.m.

 [Davidphoto of Geo. Doodle]

An electric path--
To be what one was
At trailhead in
Night-sea crossing--
Under the moon
Between black crashes,
Incandescent corridor
Of not-to-be and west
Away from memory.
Something takes flight,
Swift, silver.
Rest of me turns east
And out of night.

6 comments:

  1. Geo, your artistic ability shines brightly in your doodle and poem.
    Love this!

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  2. Such imagery, I love it!
    The pictures are great, too.. :)

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  3. Margie, Michelle-- Thanks! Unfortunately, post had some sort of technical problem all by itself and pics disappeared. I was able to retrieve the top one.

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  4. Thought I'd pop in and glad I did.

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  5. As always, your poetry leads many ways,with many images. Excellent.

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