Rock and snow my prison cell
Stranded in the midst of beauty
Blue waves and sky no consolation
The spark of hope dimmer
With each passing day
Until frozen
Splintering, then shattering
Finally gone
Thoughts of rescue from this desolation
Now as distant as a passing ship
With its snapping sails
A faint syncopation
Against the murmer of geese
Taunting me from afar
The freedom of their aerial maneuvers
Bringing me only profound sadness
Free verse this time, as my response to Jane Dougherty’s Poetry Challenge #34: Snow geese, with a painting and five suggested words, aerial, murmur, profound, splintering and spark. Alas, this may not be as uplifting as she may have hoped.
Image source: Wikipedia (In the Blue Expanse, by Arkady Rylov)
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I have great hopes for that ship with the ‘snapping sails’.
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What about the geese?
“wing and a prayer”?
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With geese and a tall ship it’s hard to be totally despondent 🙂
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🙂
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I like the touch of melancholy…still, he does have a beautiful view, and his ruminations to keep him company. And where there are word, there is always possibility. (K)
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Lovely poem of desolation. At least he has a beautiful view. 🙂
(And why am I assuming it’s a he? I guess it could be a woman relating this story.) I love the snapping sails, the syncopation, and the taunting geese–it makes this so vivid.
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“Syncopation” came to me with my last poem, but it didn’t fit the theme. I think it works well here.
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Yes, it does.
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a murmur of despair
the spell is broken
a distant letter
changed
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‘Faint syncopation of snapping sails against the distant murmur of geese’ : a favourite. Overall a great ‘story’.
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Thank you, Janice
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