Blenkeragh

FinsburyParkCarrots
FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
edited December 2004 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
You and I will walk Blenkeragh strand
and you will know the language of each stone
around the sea grave circle; you alone
of loves will hold bright water in your hand
and know what shadows know, my love of loves
strand gold mantled where suncloud moves.
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  • Ms. Haiku
    Ms. Haiku Washington DC Posts: 7,390
    To know the language of stones, and to know what shadows know are some things that I want most of the poetry protagonists to know in my poems. I don't know if the knowledge you present is a heart or head issue. My protagonists would know in their hearts. I liked this poem. Visually, it's clear.
    There is no such thing as leftover pizza. There is now pizza and later pizza. - anonymous
    The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    Bibliobella wrote:
    To know the language of stones, and to know what shadows know are some things that I want most of the poetry protagonists to know in my poems. I don't know if the knowledge you present is a heart or head issue. My protagonists would know in their hearts. I liked this poem. Visually, it's clear.

    Call me a hippy, but it's probably a spiritual knowledge. Thanks. :)
  • Ms. Haiku
    Ms. Haiku Washington DC Posts: 7,390
    Yes, I like your term better. That's what I meant. For me sometimes it's hard to use the term spiritual to describe my main characters to strangers, and be understood. It's living the haiku way in a nature witch fashion :-)
    There is no such thing as leftover pizza. There is now pizza and later pizza. - anonymous
    The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird

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