The tillerman pours the tea. Milk, no sugar and a bit buildery. This is lost in a single use cup. Smudge of sea mist, the coast smokes the shoreline. Sea legs find their place in the deep blue horizon. A paddle of sunlight washes clouds white.
I loved “the coast smokes the shoreline” and “A paddle of sunlight washes the clouds white.” Also, the title and the line in the last stanza “Before skin, before landfall,) all such very fresh and beautiful use of language-I found the writing quite open and searching in a deep and lovely way which drew me in. Thanks for the writing…Judi
I don't know what I know in the wisest part of me. I just hope I have one. However, I was in fact snorkelling just a few days ago, in an isolated inlet of a rocky shore, with a moderate swell washing in and out, and when I dived deep - spooking the multicoloured fish swirling around me - it felt a lot like your last stanza.
What do you know in
the wisest part of you? - why is this so heavy? Nature healing us by making us face the questions we cannot answer!
It feels so heavy so I am hoping a search for the wisest part will lift me. Take care, Rajani
That last stanza resonates so strongly, Richard! Beautifully done. And the opening is the Cat’s meow!
Glad you liked it, Nora. Love how you describe the opening bit!
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I loved “the coast smokes the shoreline” and “A paddle of sunlight washes the clouds white.” Also, the title and the line in the last stanza “Before skin, before landfall,) all such very fresh and beautiful use of language-I found the writing quite open and searching in a deep and lovely way which drew me in. Thanks for the writing…Judi
So glad you liked this. Thanks so much for the feedback. I wasn't sure how it would land!
You’re welcome! As a poet myself, I understand how good it is to have people engage with our work and take the time to offer feedback-
Bring tea for the Tillerman......
I don't know what I know in the wisest part of me. I just hope I have one. However, I was in fact snorkelling just a few days ago, in an isolated inlet of a rocky shore, with a moderate swell washing in and out, and when I dived deep - spooking the multicoloured fish swirling around me - it felt a lot like your last stanza.
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How wonderful Dave to be snorkelling in water and not words. Thank you for your comment.
Glorious
Appreciate this!
"finding harmony
in the nervous system of the bird song."
I love the feelingd you left me with, wonderful piece!
Thank you!