visionary
by Kitty Boots
ocean child gazes at the celadon water
and gauges the depths he must dive to discover the meaning
of what he has found on the shore
gneiss from the fall line
a sun-bleached scapula, poris
let it lie
there is never a reason to disturb old bones
and gauges the depths he must dive to discover the meaning
of what he has found on the shore
gneiss from the fall line
a sun-bleached scapula, poris
let it lie
there is never a reason to disturb old bones
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The reverence here reaches far. Good to see you back, Ms. Boots.
Spooky closing line, Susan. Good poem.
First line: beautiful!
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Lovely.
So well described and narrated at once, and the turn to commentary at the end, all cohering so well.
Thank you, Matt.
Thank you, Sam.
Thank you, Erika.
Thank you, Jenny.
Thank you, Gary.
Thank you, David.
Thank you David J.
Fine ending line--extending its symbolism way beyond the literal & harder than gneiss!
Thank you, Ed!
This is absolutely fine.
Like Matt said, reverentially elegant.
Striking and mysterious.
Thank you, James.
Thank you, Edward!