I'm posting here a little quatrain. It's cheating on at least one count, and maybe two: it's not really about water, the theme of this year's NPD; and those of you with sharp eyes or a bigger font on your computer might also notice that I posted it yesterday in a different form and context. Bit short on time today: got to water the dog, walk the plants, clean the house ready for a workshop (the only time I do), prepare said workshop, attend a meeting, prepare the next Fire in the Head newsletter, fix dates for the latter first, make some bread and a thousand excuses for why I'm not writing a longer newer poem (this one's at least two days' old and aspiring to grow up).
But anyway, here it is:
Here
at the ocean’s edge where all our stories meet
And day and night dissolve, and sea and sky
Are breath condensed on breath
And opposites are resolved.
And day and night dissolve, and sea and sky
Are breath condensed on breath
And opposites are resolved.
© Roselle Angwin
My prescription for you today: read at least one poem (in addition to my fragment). You can find some wonderful poets on the American Poetry Foundation website: www.poetryfoundation.org
Watery greetings to you all.
A superb crystallization of observation and situation. I often stand at the edge between shingle and water on the Eastbourne beach and have felt those opposites about to melt/wash into one.
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Julius x
Julius, it's so lovely to hear from you always. Thank you - glad you're resolving all the pairs of opposites :-). Oh and Happy Birthday - think it's gone, yes? Rx
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