Here, you get the whole vision --
the day loses memory
and, legless, precipitates
in gasping reflections.
Here, light is closing
its eyelids, teaches us not to hurry,
summersaults among clouds, promises
a moon-door to tomorrow.
Here and there, under all the rippling,
in the middle of the orange glaze,
we partake in the archetypal rituals
of mating, conflict, separation.
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Cannon Beach
inspired by time zones I think...
totally beautiful: the parallell universe, relativity, all and a love poem in the best Paula tradition.
Posted by: ShiSister | September 13, 2006 at 12:20 PM
This is a hauntingly beautiful, the music is almost like a whisper and the imagery is like the morning mist fleeing from dawns first fingers of light...is it really a "love" poem or a "live" poem, I guess thats open to interpretation, I think it is best describe a Solomon"s song!
Posted by: Kianseng Ng | September 14, 2006 at 07:32 AM
Shister, yes, a parallel universe, also past and present and summer ans winter:-)
Kianseng, thank you for a comment that is a poem in itself.
Posted by: Paula | September 15, 2006 at 08:40 AM
Yes, haunting & with the veiled, allusive quality of prophesy. Beautiful poem, Paula.
Posted by: Dick | September 22, 2006 at 01:27 PM