Sunday, November 18, 2012

MAGPIE...Prompt #144


                            
                                                     SQUALL/ 1986/ Andrew Wyeth


THANK You, Tess...for Magpie Tales.


TEMPEST

Flung open the door,
grabbed my binoculars,
fine-tuned to the prospect
of bird watching.

No need for
a yellow slicker today,
still wet from yesterday's tempest.

Sun, like weak tea,
paints itself into a corner,
spreading over the crazed wall.

No ships at sea now.
A blameless horizon
backing away,
heading for a smooth current,

leaving the shore
piled high with splinters.
Once had names.


copyright/ all rights reserved/ 2012


http://www.minblu.blogspot.com

http://twitter.com/lynxny




34 comments:

ReBelle said...

"Sun, like weak tea"...very nice.

Brian Miller said...

sun like weak tea....and the crazed wall are inspired descriptions...also the remnants of ships as splinters on the beach...oy..a little haunting..

Helen said...

... a blameless horizon. I like those words! The entire poem is lovely.

Tess Kincaid said...

Yes...my favorite line too...sun like weak tea...

izzy said...

I do like this a lot! with a blameless horizon! thanks

dori said...

Gorgeous. It's exactly like the painting. It's as if the painting wrote the poem.

Lyn said...

Hi ReBelle-
Thanks so much for your kind words.

Lyn said...

Hi Brian-
Thank you..I'm always haunted by Wyeth!

Lyn said...

Hi Helen-
Thanks..I was inspired by this painting...always love Wyeth..

Lyn said...

Hi Tess-
Always thanks..just keep posting those Wyeths..never tire of that spell...

Lyn said...

Hi izzy-
So pleased that you enjoyed this..thanks..

Lyn said...

Hi dori-
Thank you so much...you saw what I felt!

Linda said...

I love your poem and am happy for the weak tea sunshine...... it's something. =D

Laurie Kolp said...

Nice... I especially like:

Sun, like weak tea,
paints itself into a corner,
spreading over the crazed wall.

Lyn said...

Hi Linda-
Thanks so much for your kind thoughts and amazing generousity. I'm lucky to be in my neighborhood, all having to do with living in a higher elevation..that's all that it takes.

Lyn said...

Hi Laurie-
That weak tea..seems to say something..who knew?? Thanks so much..

Sue said...

Nice. And my favorite part was

Sun, like weak tea,
paints itself into a corner,
spreading over the crazed wall.

=)

Kutamun said...

You have indeed been traversing the great sea with this one, Miss Sparrow !

Lyn said...

Hi Sue-
I appreciate your lovely comment..thank you !

Lyn said...

Hi Kutamun-
I rather like the new name...Miss Sparrow..yes!! Thank you...

Karen S. said...

Well done! Funny how just the thought of weak tea- brings so much to light! I like how your choice of descriptions enhanced our reflection all beginning from one yellow slicker!

Margaret said...

sun like weak tea... just lovely. And the image of splinters is just perfect!

Very descriptive poem.

Carrie Burtt said...

That 3rd stanza is glorious Lyn!!

Lyn said...

Hi Karen-
Thank you..I too like the way things are suggested to us.

Lyn said...

Hi Margaret-
So glad you enjoyed this..thanks so much.

Lyn said...

Hi Carrie-
Thank you...you sure know how to express yourself...wow!

Helena said...

Wow! I think everyone would agree we are mostly tea Jennie's!

hyperCRYPTICal said...

A wonderful write Lyn - beauty and sadness rolled into one.

"...leaving the shore
piled high with splinters.
Once had names."

Sad stuff.

Anna :o]

Lyn said...

Hi Helena-
Not sure about the Jennie thing..but I'll take it..thanks!

Lyn said...

Hi hyperCRYPTICal-
Yes, what was lost...thank you, Anna...

~T~ said...

Lovely. I especially like the stanza about the sunlight.

Lyn said...

Hi ~T~
Thanks..something about sunlight, I guess!

Sue J said...

I too like 'sun like weak tea'. Nice way to express it. Lovely poem.

Lyn said...

Hi Sue J-
Thank you..so glad you enjoyed!

LinkWithin

Related Posts Widget for Blogs by LinkWithin