"Life is the dancer and you are the dance."
— Eckhart Tolle

Saturday, May 7, 2011

"Winter Passes Through Summer" Writer's Island #19-Season

A room filled with candles
keeping vigil on baroque statues 
sitting upon exquisite shelves …
I’m descending a ladder that goes
beneath presence

On a nearby beach with multi-coloured rocks
she sits listening to the oceans’ heartbeats,
dancing around a gazebo with lattice coverings
filling with water,
watching waves rush over sand
where ships in glass bottles are smashing
against cliffs’ iridescent reflections


My intricate gazebo’s crumbling,
as I’m trying to catch pieces as they fall
All remaining icicles break before melting
Posted by flaubert at 1:24 PM

23 comments:

  1. brenda wMay 7, 2011 at 2:42 PM

    That ladder beneath presence is an intriguing idea. You use rich precise language to create color, dance, shadows, sounds...I could hear the ocean. This is a beautiful poem.
    ~Brenda

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  2. The PoetMay 7, 2011 at 2:58 PM

    I like the scenic mystery surrounding this.

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  3. vivinfranceMay 7, 2011 at 4:03 PM

    That second stanza is a beauty. Lovely images.

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  4. anthonynorthMay 7, 2011 at 4:27 PM

    Beautiful imagery in this.

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  5. Judy RoneyMay 7, 2011 at 4:32 PM

    This brings such striking images to mind and feels so surreal as I read it. Beautiful.

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  6. BerowneMay 7, 2011 at 4:51 PM

    Awfully well written...

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  7. MaryMay 7, 2011 at 7:06 PM

    Ships in glass bottles smashing
    gazebo crumbling
    icicles breaking.

    I can definitely sense the winter passing through summer.

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  8. Andy SewinaMay 7, 2011 at 7:56 PM

    Wonderful images, this takes me many places!

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  9. Paul Andrew RussellMay 7, 2011 at 8:50 PM

    I like the last stanza, pamela.

    '...trying to catch pieces as they fall...' This could also be a metaphor for life, trying to stop it falling apart.

    I felt that as I read it.

    The great thing about poetry is it sparks things in us we didn't even know we were thinking. This last stanza made me think of something in my own life.

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  10. flaubertMay 7, 2011 at 9:33 PM

    Thanks Brenda:)

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  11. flaubertMay 7, 2011 at 9:34 PM

    Thanks for the visit, Andy. I loved your mother's day poem:)

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  12. flaubertMay 7, 2011 at 9:34 PM

    My favourite as well, Viv.

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  13. flaubertMay 7, 2011 at 9:35 PM

    Thanks, Anthony.

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  14. flaubertMay 7, 2011 at 9:36 PM

    Thanks, Judy. Surreal is good.

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  15. flaubertMay 7, 2011 at 9:37 PM

    Thanks for that Berowne.

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  16. flaubertMay 7, 2011 at 9:38 PM

    I wrote this yesterday, and it does fit to the prompt a bit, Mary. Thanks:)

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  17. flaubertMay 7, 2011 at 9:38 PM

    That is good, Andy.

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  18. flaubertMay 7, 2011 at 9:40 PM

    Life can be like that, Paul. We try to catch things before they slip away.

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  19. Stan SkiMay 8, 2011 at 2:36 AM

    I think she's trying to put right a bad memory, or re-live a good one.

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  20. MarjaMay 8, 2011 at 4:36 AM

    I love this and can here the shios smashing and see the reflections Beautiful

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  21. Dave KingMay 8, 2011 at 4:36 AM

    Fascinating take on the subject.

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  22. Anna :o]May 9, 2011 at 3:03 AM

    Love the mystery of it.

    Anna :o]

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  23. Mr. WalkerMay 14, 2011 at 11:08 AM

    Pamela, I love "ocean's heartbeats" and the whole second stanza. I imagined a place where winters are mild, more like what we think of as summer.

    Richard

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