Saturday, June 6, 2015

Rock Point, 3 A.M.


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.
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12 comments:

  1. Emma SpringfieldJune 6, 2015 at 7:33 PM

    So wistful.

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  2. MimsieJune 8, 2015 at 4:20 AM

    What a dazzling, albeit frightening, picture.

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    1. Geo.June 8, 2015 at 12:04 PM

      You're right. I guess lighting makes a big difference, so I added a photo of the painting where it usually hangs and looks far less sinister. Thanks Mimsie!

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  3. Elizabeth Varadan, AuthorJune 12, 2015 at 12:45 AM

    Haunting! I love
    "Under the moon
    Between black crashes,
    Incandescent corridor
    Of not-to-be and west
    Away from memory."
    A whole story there.

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    1. Geo.June 12, 2015 at 1:07 AM

      Thanks Elizabeth. Sometimes staying up late with the sea sorts things out for me.

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    2. Elizabeth Varadan, AuthorJune 14, 2015 at 9:54 AM

      PS: Nancy Herman (the author of All We Left Behind) left a comment for you on my Victorian Scribbles blog. Her first inspiration for the book was your poetry teacher.

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    3. Geo.June 14, 2015 at 11:10 AM

      Thanks, Elizabeth. Sure appreciate the alert and left a reply at "...Fourth Wish."

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  4. LindaJune 14, 2015 at 10:42 AM

    Brilliant! As I read this I can visualize myself on a ship.

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    1. Geo.June 14, 2015 at 11:31 AM

      Most kind. It is a good metaphor you visualize there.

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  5. Lux G.June 19, 2015 at 11:04 AM

    Lovely as always, Geo. I think it's been a while since I've visited. Glad to be back.

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