Bursts of red wine paint
Cascading summer skies
Dusk fighting day for darkness
Light struggling for illumination
Tires for the moment
Passing duty to the stars
Provoking the black of night
A reminder of day's strength
I have viewed this from
Quiet country roads in youth
Search for it now
Through city's glowing lights
Each time, freeze frame
Stillness
Always amazed
By the power in the struggle
Watching
As each clings to life...
Marooned


(I don't think I've ever posted this here, but if I have, apologies)

glad you post it now.


Peter

thanks, Peter.

To find nature within the back drop of a city is often difficult, I like your attempt to capture that here, Frosty.


Les

Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 06/13/2008 01:43AM by les712.

thanks, Les. I love this poem and some of the ones I post here to me are really not that hot and people love them...then ones like this that I love, most don't seem to notice...lol how fickle poetry can be.

smiling here. This one goes beyond the nature, to compare not only the battle nature poses with daylight and darkness but also the struggle humans have to feel like they belong vs. feeling alone or "marooned". Anyway...I appreciate you reading.

most don't seem to notice...lol how fickle poetry can be.

Here at e-mule whether people notice or not, they often don't comment. I can't tell you why that is, but it seems to be truer now than in the past.


Les

Frosty:

I'm with you on this one. The light/dark conflict is an apt metaphor for the human struggle against the feeling of isolation.

Don't know why I missed this first time through, but I'm glad I read it now.

Joe

Les, I know that is true. Still I seem to get good feedback on what I feel are crap poems that I've written when trying to dig out of writer's block as opposed to ones like this that I feel passionate about. But you're right. Not everyone comments either.

Joe, I'm glad you are glad

This immediately sent so many meanings in my mind. The strongest is viewing marooned as a verb "sent up a flare for aid to be found and freed from the isolation of i)slavery, the West Indian maroons,or ii) from the slavery of any isolation".

Linda

thanks for sharing your thoughts, Linda and for taking time to read. It's always cool to hear what a poem makes people other than the writer imagine.

bump

Another good bump.

Joe

thank you, Joe.