- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Limitations
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However clear the image, well-defined
and three-dimensional, there always stays
a part enigma; jealous secret kept
in sullen hiding, brilliant treasure far
from prying eyes. Across the wind-swept sea
the fading light paints sorrow on the waves,
froth singles out the falling crests in white
until cold dusk drowns all the shades and dips
the view in total darkness while away
across the globe sun shivers on a sheet
of gold and heavy heat hangs on the hour,
moistening the brow, and faded sails,
grown pale through use and salt and sun's sharp rays,
come over the horizon. Daily use
will not suffice the sailor to descry
all moods displayed upon the well-known face
of his own sea, nor will he ever know
the many faces of the distanced sky –
then why should I feel insufficient? I'm
no full-time boatman on your changing seas
but just an amateur. I think I've found
the greater part of smiles and frowns you show
my narrow world – and yet, could I but see
what your familiar surface hides from me.
- COMMENTS
Cleardaynowabout 10 years agoAnd yet another change in style of writing.
The flow is much the same - maybe a tad slower and more deliberate. But it is exquisitely worked logically - like a theorem (& I am or was a mathematician). The feeling is there as strong as ever but there is no carrying the reader on a vague emotional cloud based on words. The whole poem is worked through logically.
For some reason, I picture a room full of students (children in my picture though they should be adults really) sitting round being taken by you through this lesson that they must learn and that they want to learn.
This poem is so beautiful.
buttersabout 10 years agofor me, this was the poem. beautiful writing -imagery, metaphor and sound.
Across the wind-swept sea
the fading light paints sorrow on the waves,
froth singles out the falling crests in white
until cold dusk drowns all the shades and dips
the view in total darkness while away
across the globe sun shivers on a sheet
of gold and heavy heat hangs on the hour,
moistening the brow, and faded sails,
grown pale through use and salt and sun's sharp rays,
Oldbear63about 10 years agothen: I'm
no full-time boatman on your changing seas
but just an amateur.
all tied in by the last line.
