Friday, May 29, 2015

Enjambment, A Backporch Poem



Leaves applauding in a breeze
Echo the sea and I see evening
Sun infuse our wood with
Early summer light.
Soon it will be night --brings
Stars, sound and memories
Under raucous trees --can
Remember the breaking
Granite bones of earth, and
New oceans and flowing,
Floating, growing where nothing
Stood before in our wood. 

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  1. No purer pleasure than the evening breeze through the screen. Ah, the smells, including the faint, heated metallic smell of the screen.

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    1. I too love the breeze through the screen --and the mosquitoes bouncing off of it. It's a ringside seat to the seasons.

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  2. Late afternoon and early evening are a time for musings. You captured the mood so well.

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    1. Thanks, Emma. I got the right screen-mesh size to let musings in.

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  3. What a pleasant and relaxing window scene. The first line of your poem really grabbed me.

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    1. Thanks, Jon. There are times I'll take a crossword out there and glass of wine and finish neither for the view. That's how backporch poems happen.

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  4. Geo, you have beautifully described the peacefulness we seek at the close of day.

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    1. Thanks Arleen, when we find peace it's good to build a porch where we can see it.

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  5. This is lovely; the scene fits the mood and poem so well.

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    1. Thanks, Linda. It's a part of the house I rush past too often. Sometimes it's nice just to stop and notice it.

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  6. It's been a while since I've visited!
    I've missed reading your poetry. :)

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    1. Your renewed company is my pleasure.

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  7. What a delightful view and 'leaves applauding". I've never thought of it that way but yes, of course they do.

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    1. Thanks, Mimsie. Sometimes trees sound like the sea also, and I love that.

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