Glosa: Winter Harbor

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Angeline
Angeline
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To others she appeared anew
At times of dusky light,
But always, so they told, withdrew
From close and curious sight.
~ Thomas Hardy

To others she appeared anew each dawn,
trod her widow's watch above the sea
and cast her gaze along the jagged beach.
She did not look beyond the tide for me

among the ships that passed. At times
of dusky light when waking day triumphs
the stars perhaps she breathed my name
against the wind, shared secrets with the coast,

but always, so they told, withdrew
into the dewy glass. They say she
is a ghost. I am. There is nothing here
save a barren house, sand and sky
where gull cries herald shadowed flight.

She is the voice of fog, they whisper
when they turn away from close
and curious sight.

Angeline
Angeline
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LeBrozLeBrozalmost 16 years ago
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WickedEveWickedEveover 18 years ago
this doesn't seem

to be a poem you'd find here at lit or written by someone who does not yet have a book! I don't think you could ever improve this poem. I hope you submit it to some magazine. It's perfect.

darkmaasdarkmaasover 18 years ago
belated kudos

The voice of fog

blows whispers

on a dewy glass

transient pictures

before the dawn

burns them away

dcpoet44dcpoet44over 18 years ago
i've never heard of hardy....

and i don't know much about form, but i do know that this stanza is what i like the best in this:

but always, so they told, withdrew

into the dewy glass. They say she

is a ghost. I am. There is nothing here

save a barren house, sand and sky

where gull cries herald shadowed flight.

overall you've got some great imagery angeline......nicely done......don

bluerainsbluerainsover 18 years ago
your refinement

of form always brings a bow from blue...hugzenharmony...

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