prima vera
lemon dripping from trees
in forgotten yards fenced
with rusted wire
with red flowers
pink porcelain properties
waiting for new lords to turn
the crystal glass
the metal gate
in the nook of the road
shatters of a wind shield
next to a stone pillar
next to an olive tree
fields of grass bended
by blows of Spanish winds
they refuse to tell
the tale
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Author's Note
i wrote this poem in Mallorca, this Spanish island in the Mediterranean Sea.
when all works out, i will be there again, from tomorrow on. but right now, the vulano ash cloud has put a lingering question mark over the journey. and reading through the poem now again, it feels like a reminder of how unsure our planned journeys are.
the poem was published in Serene Light with an image, here the link:
http://www.serenelight.org/nov/dorothee.html
+ to round this up: the vulcano cloud & 2 other road moments of this week, one bright, one dark, here:
http://virtual-notes.blogspot.com/
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nice surprise, got up early to go shop, to see this just posted - I like the simplicity of this:
'waiting for new lords to turn
the crystal glass
the metal gate'
yet telling us much.
Bon Voyage. Write lots there.
hi Walter! thanks for your lines, and for the bon voyage. i just hope the plane will leave tomorrow.
I like the form - and the tone. This piece works well. I like the particular and compressed imagery here, Dorothee. Good work.
ummmm. very much like the sensual language, the cryptic tone that adds a darkness to this strange universe (like ours !) and your ending lines that work so well for this poem
Dorothee, after commenting, I read your notes on the poem. how the impending situation infused the poem-- real life invading the canvas--
Sam + Susan: thanks for your comments. compressed and sensual - that's Mallorca. i still remember how the poem came together, i biked past this old house twice that day. there were all those fragrances in the air. finally i stopped, and noted down the lines.
and here's the sad news of the day: like so many others, my flight got cancelled now, too. at least i am home. still. i long for the ocean, for sun, after this cold winter.
Just lovely, Dorothee.
beautiful images!
Gorgeous. Reminiscent of travels long past...
So lovely, just stumbled on this and so happy I did. Thank you.