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Tuesday, July 31, 2012

Driftwood Dreams


©  Steve King
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bright sands raked by an unyielding wind
grey sea trimmed with white breakers
gulls adrift pure of flight on their distant azure plain

and the driftwood holding at the center
still through tides and gathering dunes

unmoved
as if in rapt dreaming
of dark mother forests so long gone
and damp wooded ground
a hint in its sere core
of the taste of ripe loam
from some other distant shore

dreaming all one
bright sun and sands

‘til it becomes a hatrack
             in some idling tourist’s hand

14 comments:

  1. What a mood poem. You evoke the ocean, the forest, the natural world in a way that leads back to the inner world, and now I know what driftwood is feeling as it endures yet another transformation.

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  2. def moody...really loving the nature imagery...it rather turns at the driftwood...and takes on a much different emotion for me...

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  3. Bleached and sunburned, wood the kind of man in life span and life loved gives it up as a tourist's purchase. Still what will our bones hold? Cool and very philosophical write!

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  4. And in the sand shall I see what the sea has sailed - poem of adventure here

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  5. Pensive piece. The closing lines are stunning.

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  6. I like your capture of the driftwood, unmoved and dreaming of sun and sands ~

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  7. Like much the way you have the driftwood stubbornly hanging on to its origins, other life experiences...and then that sad, poignant, brilliant demise! Nice work, Steve!

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  8. the driftwood holding at the center
    still through tides and gathering dunes
    unmoved
    as if in rapt dreaming... oh i wish it could stay there and dream on...a highly emotional piece steve

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  9. Lovely poem--very cool to evoke the secret life of objects--or memories, and these species memories. Really enjoyed. K.

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  10. Emotional write, the driftwood ... The entire feel of this, love it !

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  11. "and damp wooded ground
    a hint in its sere core
    of the taste of ripe loam
    from some other distant shore" beautiful!

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  12. The driftwood's hope of the carefree sun and sand being dashed by being stashed somewhere. That's how momentos felt if they could talk,I would think! Nicely done Steve!

    Hank

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  13. Drifting about at your sea
    As you but on quite the display
    Drifting about free
    Great imagery used your way

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  14. This made me smile and feel sadness all at the same time...
    I love the way you drew the reader down through the past life of the driftwood and then smacked us with its future.

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