The
winds blow,
mo
re
brisk
and cooler
over Great Lake
waters.An eerie sense
of finality raises over the
horizon and blends frantically
with the darkening cloud patches,
traces of Summer becoming fainter
memories. Autumn waits ever impatiently,
fighting for a dominance; prominence, meeting
resistance. In the distance, a lone boat tracks, sail
billowed in the stiff breeze, a genteel serenity commands
the late afternoon. You swoon over the beauty as it faintly
grips
you,
waves of emotions and Erie's redundant tide.
A whiff of warmth lingers, as you can count the fingers on one hand
the number of the times the lake had disappointed. Turning
toward shore, the shifting wind brings the single
sailor homeward. Summer sets sail.
Walt
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Walt, this little send-off to summer is a wonderfully smooth wall of words. The concrete poem shape is great and as I re-read the poem, the syllables of long and short words just seem so effective for the theme of the poem.
ReplyDeleteI think this one could even sail over to Lake Huron!
Terrific Tuesday to you and the Erie team!
Patricia
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I agree, Patricia. Even on Huron this image would be Great. The Erie Team thanks you. It took some finagleing, but I was able to get the shape I wanted.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful in both content and form. Creating a poem that literally sets sail is not easy in this venue. Very impressive!
ReplyDeleteM.E.
Gorsh! You're just saying that because it's true!
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ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely form! I miss me some Walt.
ReplyDeleteThanks Kimiko. I'm out here. Working on some, and clearing some cobwebs. Keep a watchful eye. I may be back, but for now, you can check my other blogs and get you all the Walt you want.
ReplyDeleteKeep poeming, I'm still reading.
Walt,
ReplyDeleteThat is so cool! I love it when the formatting of a piece is as important as the words themselves. Brilliant.