Juncture
Mingled mist, mind.
Loosed vision, an impulse of the eye
strains to see the lifting dawn,
the shimmering dance of sunrise.
Surrounding sound peals the senses,
I whirl and stretch to stroke the horizon,
the great broad sky beyond my reach,
I dip one toe and the ocean swallows me entire.
Undeniable, ineffable world outside my world.
Richard Carl Subber (Rick) is a freelance editor, a writing coach and an amateur historian. He’s a former newspaper reporter/editor who transferred his love of language to more satisfying expressions. Rick is a proud grandpa who is patiently teaching his granddaughter how to write, in case there is poetry in her future. His blogs are: http://barleyliterate.blogspot.com/ and http://historybottomlines.blogspot.com/
lovely thoughtful write
ReplyDeleteThanks, Jack, much appreciated!
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