Tuesday, February 3, 2015

Hollow Bay Fog--By John Swain--United States

Hollow Bay Fog

Eagle trees appear at dawn
as shadows crack the porcelain fog
between the winter lakes.
Majesty is fragile
as the sliver moon remains a whisper
to guide in the morning sky.
I waded through the stake beds
in the hollow bay
while sunrise rippled the blue layers
of endless air and water.
Coyotes sing on another shore
in a distant bliss
leaving their sound like a wild mask
I wear for my renaming.
And then the merciful quiet
after the wailing for all we are,
this place of loving is restless,
I salve my feet with pine.

John Swain lives in Louisville, Kentucky, USA. Red Paint Hill published his first collection, Ring the Sycamore Sky.

14 comments:

  1. first and last lines tie it together - trees and pine. Love the last line. Maureen

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  2. Thank you for sharing your well written poem that I really enjoyed John. I appreciate your talent.
    Charlene

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  3. Hello. Agree with Maureen. The last line is the one you walk away with! Enjoyed. Best wishes Ralph.

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  4. Really enjoyed the spiritual & reflective mood of this John..'

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  5. Hi John. I like your poem. It's a witty, sentimental one. Thank you for sharing and continued blessings!

    -MJ (www.tgbtgpublictions.com)

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  6. Gentle, smooth and spiritually uplifting. I can smell the scent of pine as I read you...Rhoda

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  7. Hi John...You've painted a lovely picture with words. Enjoyed reading your poem. Thank you! ~Chris

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  8. Thank you very much, Christine.

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