Sunday, August 9, 2015

Listening (Grateful Perspective)

Listening (Grateful Perspective)


Songs
that never caused ripples
on the morning water,
now crash and wear the stones 
with curled white knuckles, 
or maybe the palms 
have just forgotten 
how they once bent 
amid the hurricane 
that rewrote the musical staff, 
changing the channels and passed 
to open and close.
But now my aging borders
crack, 
spilling the fertile soil 
and welcoming the tides
to enter.

Robert L. Jackson III


15 comments:

  1. I love that image of the aging borders cracking, allowing the sea to enter. Fantastic!

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  2. This is lovely! I enjoyed the words, which went so well with the photo.

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  3. You make me think of King Lear wandering a desert he can no longer control. May the hands remember still, remember a little ....

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  4. Beautiful symbology, and a lovely response to the idea of song. (Perhaps you could link to the Poets United prompt, too, to help others find it?)

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    1. Oh, I realise you are new to this community – welcome! – and as I am new to giving prompts, I didn't ask people to post a link; sorry!

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  5. I like the word pictures you paint here.

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  6. Age opening the borders to let the tide in is a nice image.

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  7. I think of music and water almost as one. A beautiful ripple of life...

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  8. love the flow in this...welcome to Poets United...

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  9. Robert, we all enjoy comments as much as you do....hope we will see you visiting others as well. Thanks.

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  10. Thanks to everyone for their comments!

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  11. The urgency in this is accented by the use of hurricane.

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  12. "welcoming the tides to enter." Finally have to open ourselves to the inevitable, hopefully with grace. Lovely poem

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