Here's a draft of a new poem:
summer resort sunsets
matter more than
city settings
log cabins reflect light
in gradations
sidings or shakes are too shallow
to allow or
to contain
docks and shores share
childhood musing, middle age's
knowing, old age's
rememberings
more gently
than sidewalks and curbs,
more gently
than lights too bright to see
the day's end approaching
summer resort sunsets
are shaded with consciousness
of vacation's end, and then the next end,
remind us of what lies ahead,
grant us moments to be
comfortable with silence beyond horizons
summer resort sunsets
matter more than
city settings
log cabins reflect light
in gradations
sidings or shakes are too shallow
to allow or
to contain
docks and shores share
childhood musing, middle age's
knowing, old age's
rememberings
more gently
than sidewalks and curbs,
more gently
than lights too bright to see
the day's end approaching
summer resort sunsets
are shaded with consciousness
of vacation's end, and then the next end,
remind us of what lies ahead,
grant us moments to be
comfortable with silence beyond horizons
1 Comments:
You have a most interesting way of writing poems. Perhaps I'm still stuck with the "mental beatings" from HS -- if it doesn't rhyme, have the same number of beats per line, or if it wasn't written by some man who is long dead, it isn't poetry.
I like your writings; they break the rules I learned!
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