All Comments on 'another kind of plunge'

the opening stanza, it drew me in. I got a little lost in the middle, but this:

that a silent rock

in the shade of an old tree

and a clear view

of blue horizon

awaits me

took my breath away and the ending is so hopeful and I was right there with you. Thanks for this!

Liar is quickly becoming one of my favorite Lit. poets.

He has a way choosing and arranging words so that they sound just right,

their juxtaposition making a phrase far greater than the sum of the individual words,

and a joy to eye and ear.

Here he rejects the rush and anxiety of modern urban intellectual life

and grabs onto something solid.

Hold onto that rock of pastoral contemplation.

Save me a place, I am coming!

A solid 5.

....I'm playing "catch-up" but - OH - I'm glad I did! This is my choice for the week so far. The week is only half done, I know, but it will have to be a hummdinger to beat this one out.

Another time when five is not enough!

Bit of a dry wit,

With those conditions given at the end.

Join me in the shade of that old tree ~ there will always be room for you.

This poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 34,000 poems.

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