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I'm Walt. And I'm Marie Elena.
This is the collaboration of two kindred spirits; partners in rhyme;
"the best friends we've never met."
All "Across the Lake. Eerily."

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

SUMMER SETS SAIL

                                           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

8 comments:

  1. 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.
    I think this one could even sail over to Lake Huron!

    Terrific Tuesday to you and the Erie team!

    Patricia
    http://pm27.wordpress.com/

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  2. 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.

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  3. Beautiful in both content and form. Creating a poem that literally sets sail is not easy in this venue. Very impressive!

    M.E.

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  4. Gorsh! You're just saying that because it's true!

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  5. What a lovely form! I miss me some Walt.

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  6. Thanks 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.
    Keep poeming, I'm still reading.

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  7. Walt,

    That is so cool! I love it when the formatting of a piece is as important as the words themselves. Brilliant.

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