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New Beginnings?
DescriptionConsidering a possible relocation to a place called Paradise, but will they like my little poems?
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Could I bring my poetry to Paradise,
or is it just a madcap dream,
a reaction against a cafe culture,
the ironic pose -
a southern signature
of icy veins and cool disdain
blowing in Antarctic winds?
Could I be reborn
in the Sunshine State,
where the yearning sets of crystal waves
lap long white beaches,
carve jagged rocks in astral shapes,
where surfers come to dive, drop in,
stoked on spray, on pure delight,
the roiling joy of golden mornings?
Could I find a poetry of new beginnings
in the frolic of the iron men's steel,
in knife-edged thrills
that tease and tempt
the blurred dark shapes
of a predatory ocean,
as lean young limbs
ignore the peril,
send spirit reeling to apricot skies?
Could I offer the sturdy northern tribe
the power of words, fresh thoughts to gather?
And would they listen, or
just half smile, be kind,
text emoticons that chart contempt
while I chase freedom,
airy ways,
the light and shade of coastal wonders,
remembering only too well
how a southern dawn breaks
hard and grey
in my chilly urban seas?
© bba, 07/02/2012
Comments
Tuesday, 7th February 2012 | 12:08 pm
Wednesday, 8th February 2012 | 12:02 am
Wednesday, 8th February 2012 | 02:46 pm
Having walked and swum off the Gold Coast beaches and also ones around Cairns (being mindful of crocs, sharks and jellyfish!), I can really appreciate your feelings as you anticipate a move from your cafe culture in cooler climes. As always, your freeverse flows well; you evoke the seascape with salt-fresh and exemplary directness, plus a watercolourist's flourish. Among many enjoyable phrases, I loved 'carve jagged rocks in astral shapes' and 'send spirit reeling to apricot skies'. Would they appreciate you up there? I think they would; poets usually earn a welcome by being able to find words for thoughts and feelings others find difficult to verbalise - be those 'others' Queenslanders or Esquimaux.
Wednesday, 8th February 2012 | 10:19 pm
Friday, 10th February 2012 | 01:21 am
Friday, 10th February 2012 | 02:58 pm
This is a gorgeous description of a heaven that could have been designed by Gustav Klimt. The imagery is spectacular and there is a definite sense of narrative as well.
Just reading up through the comments I now realise that you're describing the Gold Coast in Australia. This makes the poem all the more impressive because the surreal imagery is seamlessly mingled with genuine descriptions of a real place.
Well done on this!
Friday, 10th February 2012 | 02:59 pm
This is a gorgeous description of a heaven that could have been designed by Gustav Klimt. The imagery is spectacular and there is a definite sense of narrative as well.
Just reading up through the comments I now realise that you're describing the Gold Coast in Australia. This makes the poem all the more impressive because the surreal imagery is seamlessly mingled with genuine descriptions of a real place.
Well done on this!
Friday, 10th February 2012 | 09:56 pm
"And would they listen, or
just half smile, be kind,
text emoticons that chart contempt
while I chase freedom..."
Great collection of words, woman.
Perfect for the context of this particular piece, even more so when I read youtube comments on videos.
For me, those lines illustrated the barbed kindness of the internet.
Solid piece.
I, for one, will be waitin' for the sequel.
Be proud of this one, PortDweller.
You've done everyone in the Port proud.
- Muddy
Sunday, 12th February 2012 | 11:51 am
Hi Barbara
A lovely poem of the seas - I think the pace suits the reflective mood of the poet well.
Nice contrast between the interaction of people with the ocean - north v south -
( 'surfers dive in', 'young limbs/ignore the peril', 'iron men')
v
('madcap dream','cafe culture/the ironic pose','I chase freedom/airy waves','my chilly urban seas).
Lovely language and flow throughout this - 2 phrases for me in particular,
really liked the rhyme/rhymth in 'icy veins and cool disdain'
and the image of 'astral shapes' - sometimes we can forget that the earth is just one of many planets/masses/bodies.
Cheers
John
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