Boatman
the stars
are glinting pebbles
in the rushing river of the night
the moon dips oars in the clear darkness
dreams lap on the shores of sleep
where we meet
posted by MB at 8:23 AM
Tuesday, August 07, 2007
the stars
are glinting pebbles
in the rushing river of the night
the moon dips oars in the clear darkness
dreams lap on the shores of sleep
where we meet
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A poetry writing practice, near-daily. Write and don't look back. Break open the shell. It's harder than it looks. And it's not as hard as it seems.
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19 Comments:
Oh I love the distorted moon and the metaphor of a river.
Lovely mb. The photograph feels so strongly of night...
OH!!! I'm in awe...
so cool and moonlit and glinty - I want to be there, too...love the way the dremas lap on the shore of sleep - a lovely comparison
This is lovely. The photo is great.
oh, mb - this is a favorite. i love the metaphors, the images they bring to my mind's eye.
wow.
What a wonderful place to meet!!
coo, that's a good pic, mb. and a good pome, as ever. i can imagine a witch on a broomstick flitting across that sky!
What a lovely moon shot! I find night photos a challenge.
Your poem makes me want to sleep....and dream...and fly away...
Kept thinking of the lullabye, Winken, Blinken and Nod.
So stunningly beautiful!
Thank you!
alan
I love the line about the moon dipping oars. It beautifully captures the way light moves in water.
Me and The Mur are going out later to see if we can spot meteors...if I knew I could send what we see tonight through dreams, you'd be on my list of meteor recipients.
Beautiful night photo and morpheus dream, BTW.
Thanks, all!
Lori, you let me know if you figure out a way to send visions through dreams!
every time I stop by here, your words and images charm me. thank you for sharing some wonderful life with us.
I am going, right now, to turn off all these offending artificial lights and noise-makers. I'm going to open the windows and slip into bed and listen to the rushing river of the night.
What magical imagery you have conjured. My head is filled with moonlight. I'm so glad I happened by tonight. Thank you.
Yes, it's lovely. It reminds me of Thoreau, dipping through the surface of the stream to eternity.
And there is inevitably the ominous; one cannot have the river and the Boatman without Charon rising into view.
TD, thanks for sharing with me.
Via, welcome.
Marly, yes, it's loose enough to have several ways of being read.
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