Sunday, April 05, 2009

Sunday Morning

April half moon

obscured by cloud

peaking through trees

settling upon suburban

house-top; almost dawn.

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6 Comments:

Blogger Kel said...

april half moon

has a nice ring to it
:)

6:31 AM, April 06, 2009  
Blogger Norm said...

Thanks Kel - I've rewritten it a half dozen times in my head but will let it stand as a first off effort.

8:32 AM, April 06, 2009  
Anonymous Robin said...

Nice. :)

4:01 PM, April 06, 2009  
Blogger Norm said...

:-) Thanks. Spreading my wings a bit.

4:33 PM, April 06, 2009  
Anonymous nissa said...

very nice. :)

Wondering if you've read this before, and if you'd like it:

Ars Poetica

A poem should be palpable and mute
As a globed fruit

Dumb
As old medallions to the thumb

Silent as the sleeve-worn stone<
Of casement ledges where the moss has grown –

A poem should be wordless
As the flight of birds

A poem should be motionless in time
As the moon climbs

Leaving, as the moon releases
Twig by twig the night-entangled trees,

Leaving, as the moon behind the winter leaves,
Memory by memory the mind –

A poem should be motionless in time
As the moon climbs

A poem should be equal to:
Not true

For all the history of grief
An empty doorway and a maple leaf

For love
The leaning grasses and two lights above the sea –

A poem should not mean
But be

-Archibald McLeish

2:35 PM, April 08, 2009  
Blogger Norm said...

Simply beautiful use of language. Aaahhhh!!!

I had heard of it; seen references to it but don't think I have ever read it. I appreciate you sharing it here and posted it in it's entirety for everyone to enjoy. I'll be printing that one off to reflect on (and aspire to).

The author's name sounds familiar; must go searching....

and find the meaning of 'ars'... latin?

6:08 PM, April 08, 2009  

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