there was never an afternoon
quite like it.
the sky, after lightning,
scarred through with bleeding
orange, sun-glow falling through
saturated dusk.
it feels like england, tall trees,
dark leaves,
heavy river under heavy rain.
the willow branches,
so familiar, lean,
weeping, under the
soft sound of the rapids
upstream. and time
continues, deepening
into a dark, dark blue.
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Written August 31st, 2005
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A beautiful picture in only a few lines. Well penned my dear!!
My favourite part was:
"heavy river under heavy rain." You put a new spin on a well-worn image, & for that I applaud you. -
Oh, I like this. It conveys both the visual image and the emotional impact of a just-quit-raining afternoon -- I can see it in my mind's eye. I've often thought "Awfully British outside" when it's rainy or foggy.
"saturated dusk," "heavy river under heavy rain," great! Both reinforce the feeling of a soggy afternoon.
Keep it up! -
Nice imagery in this poem. Good write.
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