The next morning after the rain
I went out
and the air was washed
and the sky was washed
and bleached
and the mud on the building site
was washed so clean.
Smooth with no footstep
running down to a pool:
A lake with perfect shores
and promontories poking out
in water so still that
every submerged feature
was open for inspection.
Shipwreck timbers,
the hulks of long forgotten enterprises;
Sunken stones, ruined relics of
some drowned civilisation.
Had I but the time
then I would teeter out along
a pier of broken plank
to salvage sunken treasures:
rusty nails or screws
and old sash pulleys
for use in some contraption.
Oh, when I was a child
I wet my shoes
and that clear crystal pool
was a whole lost world
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Written August 5th, 2005
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philogos: you have a way with imagery, my friend. that last stanza shouts it out. i believe it can stand on its own and be a mighty fine poem. im not sure where to begin, still attempting to wrap my brain around the poeticness and originality and essence of this piece....but those lines about childhood and the innocence experienced during that time is great. someone should do some type of painting, a water color perhaps using that idea....'twould be nice methinks.
anyonita....by the by, i'm adding you to my faves, i hope that's okay...you're just too good to slip away... -
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My Goodness! This is so beautiful. What an interesting anf thought provoking write.
I love it
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Excellent poem, vivid imagery from ones childhood. It has a good flowing, dreamy feel to it.Well done...Jeff
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wow, rocken
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did you have a virtual fishing net in that clear crystal pool? and, if so, what would you have wished to catch? loved this.
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Very nice.
Wow. Fantastic imagery. I can see it in my mind's eye. Love the extended metaphor usage, it tied everything together really well. Nicely done.
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