calm lake
{august break no. 30}
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i drove
in circles
through a town
called hope
to get to this
ink black
blue dark
place
where a
loon’s laughter
echoes off
tales spun by
the milky way
while the rest
of the stars
lay their
weary heads
down
on a mirror
of infinity’s
reflection.
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this post is part of dVerse poets OpenLinkNight
August 30th, 2011 at 10:17 am
This made me feel like floating…just like that feather.
August 30th, 2011 at 12:01 pm
Reading your sweet words felt like a lullaby, beautiful. There’s something magical about a floating feather isn’t there?
August 30th, 2011 at 2:53 pm
i would have too……xo
August 30th, 2011 at 3:05 pm
nice…a little town called hope sounds like a peaceful place to be…tranquil…
August 30th, 2011 at 3:08 pm
Magic of the night sky is sure felt in this piece, wonderful pic too. Great piece as always, really like the soothing feel to it.
August 30th, 2011 at 3:36 pm
sounds peaceful and soul soothing…think i have to look for that place..
August 30th, 2011 at 3:40 pm
Thanks for the beautiful imagery…and the goosebumps! This is stunning! Im a fan!
August 30th, 2011 at 3:55 pm
so sweet!
August 30th, 2011 at 3:59 pm
I wanna be where the loons and stars are reflecting and joking!
Guess I’ll hop in the old hope jalopy and check the journey out.
August 30th, 2011 at 4:05 pm
There are lots of “feel-good’ poems out here tonight. And I love them! Yours also, is one that instills into me an attitude of gratitude…for being allowed to partake in the nectar here in Dverse. thank you for being one of the chefs in this kitchen.–grin!
August 30th, 2011 at 4:39 pm
complex, short and very well written.. great piece!
August 30th, 2011 at 4:40 pm
for some reason this made me instantly think of the song I drove all night…and it sounds like it was well worth the drive…
August 30th, 2011 at 5:16 pm
You always amaze me.
August 30th, 2011 at 6:14 pm
A lovely, calming and peaceful piece of prose that calms the weary soul…
August 30th, 2011 at 6:21 pm
What a beautiful decription of what sounds like a little bit of Heaven. Love the picture, too. It just adds to the beauty of the verse.
August 30th, 2011 at 6:49 pm
Sounds like a nice place to be… filled with wonder.
August 30th, 2011 at 7:25 pm
I can feel as if floating in these so sweet words.
oh LOVED
that mirror
of infinity’s
reflection.
August 30th, 2011 at 8:03 pm
Very nice. Makes me pine for a mountain cabin we used to have, and the small lake nearby. No loons in SoCal, though — except the human kind!
Thanks for this one.
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August 30th, 2011 at 8:56 pm
Your words are floating and this was so wonderful.
August 30th, 2011 at 9:31 pm
Poetry is the most delicious when it consists of run-on sentences. It is a gift to pull it off, and you do it well. … This is my favorite part: “where a loon’s laughter echoes”
August 31st, 2011 at 12:03 am
This is simply lovely
August 31st, 2011 at 1:02 am
Loved every precious word, like children you kiss goodnight, or puppies curled up on the bed, or babies that nuzzle while sleeping on your chest. Thank you!
August 31st, 2011 at 1:26 am
Oh, I love poems that are complete sentences!
August 31st, 2011 at 2:11 am
I always enjoy the way you use language. There’s no way to pick a favorite part because each word flows effortlessly into the next. Love that 🙂
August 31st, 2011 at 9:42 am
lovely words and photo .. they compliment one another perfectly.
August 31st, 2011 at 10:49 am
This calm lake could easily be the expanse of night sky we’re staring into, listening for truth from the infinite. We heard a truth in this piece, a soft, inviting, artistic truth. Beautiful.
August 31st, 2011 at 12:27 pm
Hope . . . A proper place to reflect.
You made me feel like I was there.
Cheers!
August 31st, 2011 at 7:57 pm
I feel the buzz of circling around, looking for this place you know is there, you know is fine, is fun, maybe blue… But there’s room for your black ink too. Enjoy the ride, the process, the hope and the infinite places it takes you to… And keep on writing magical poems… It’s such a delight!
Thank you,
Deb
August 31st, 2011 at 9:14 pm
Reading this was like drinking water, quenching, refreshing and a feeling of life that can’t quite be described as the cool travels down your throat. Lovely poem.
September 1st, 2011 at 6:52 am
A beautiful photo — matched by the beauty of the poem.
September 4th, 2011 at 10:53 am
this is absolutely exquisite.
September 6th, 2011 at 2:43 am
“ink black
blue dark” … I love/hate this place.