glimpsed on gleaming
distant misty ballerina
glides on brittle glass;
light gleams across
Mast of sailing ship
slips past, clipping
headland of papier
Lit cigarette clouds up
Black ash slashes
grey smoke -
a shroud, tarred, yellow.
shudders the swan,
falls off table top
cliff, trodden underfoot,
careless cigarette end
drains the silver lake.
Sun switched off.
boring down on
a bedroom shore.
1 May 05
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A little world in miniature; a metaphor for the big world and the way you sustain this all the way through is great - good move from the peace of the sibilant 's' to the disquieting 'k's and 'b's of the last two stanzas.
Wonderful, vivid imagry. Gives me something to look up to.
I like this. The way you have this written is flawless. It flows, nicely. Good work.
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WOW!! amazing,........i like the way u use metaphors to represent what is goin on in the bedroom shore! quite amazing
This is so good, can't believe it's been here for over a year and I missed it.
I find the sounds very soothing, although I would not try to read it aloud in front of anyone! Tongue twisting but very musical. The last line made me hurt suddenly.
I hid it away cus i lost the original draft when the house burned down but i rebuilt it as a bungalow out of Lego bricks and reforged the poem and posted it especially for someone of taste and discernment to read.
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Thanks for the positive response.
Larry in flames lark
What a stunning opening - 'Glissando swan'.
The whole poem is great, perfectly worded.
Thanks, Will x