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.
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"Sun, like weak tea"...very nice.
ReplyDeletesun like weak tea....and the crazed wall are inspired descriptions...also the remnants of ships as splinters on the beach...oy..a little haunting..
ReplyDelete... a blameless horizon. I like those words! The entire poem is lovely.
ReplyDeleteYes...my favorite line too...sun like weak tea...
ReplyDeleteI do like this a lot! with a blameless horizon! thanks
ReplyDeleteGorgeous. It's exactly like the painting. It's as if the painting wrote the poem.
ReplyDeleteHi ReBelle-
ReplyDeleteThanks so much for your kind words.
Hi Brian-
ReplyDeleteThank you..I'm always haunted by Wyeth!
Hi Helen-
ReplyDeleteThanks..I was inspired by this painting...always love Wyeth..
Hi Tess-
ReplyDeleteAlways thanks..just keep posting those Wyeths..never tire of that spell...
Hi izzy-
ReplyDeleteSo pleased that you enjoyed this..thanks..
Hi dori-
ReplyDeleteThank you so much...you saw what I felt!
I love your poem and am happy for the weak tea sunshine...... it's something. =D
ReplyDeleteNice... I especially like:
ReplyDeleteSun, like weak tea,
paints itself into a corner,
spreading over the crazed wall.
Hi Linda-
ReplyDeleteThanks 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.
Hi Laurie-
ReplyDeleteThat weak tea..seems to say something..who knew?? Thanks so much..
Nice. And my favorite part was
ReplyDeleteSun, like weak tea,
paints itself into a corner,
spreading over the crazed wall.
=)
You have indeed been traversing the great sea with this one, Miss Sparrow !
ReplyDeleteHi Sue-
ReplyDeleteI appreciate your lovely comment..thank you !
Hi Kutamun-
ReplyDeleteI rather like the new name...Miss Sparrow..yes!! Thank you...
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!
ReplyDeletesun like weak tea... just lovely. And the image of splinters is just perfect!
ReplyDeleteVery descriptive poem.
That 3rd stanza is glorious Lyn!!
ReplyDeleteHi Karen-
ReplyDeleteThank you..I too like the way things are suggested to us.
Hi Margaret-
ReplyDeleteSo glad you enjoyed this..thanks so much.
Hi Carrie-
ReplyDeleteThank you...you sure know how to express yourself...wow!
Wow! I think everyone would agree we are mostly tea Jennie's!
ReplyDeleteA wonderful write Lyn - beauty and sadness rolled into one.
ReplyDelete"...leaving the shore
piled high with splinters.
Once had names."
Sad stuff.
Anna :o]
Hi Helena-
ReplyDeleteNot sure about the Jennie thing..but I'll take it..thanks!
Hi hyperCRYPTICal-
ReplyDeleteYes, what was lost...thank you, Anna...
Lovely. I especially like the stanza about the sunlight.
ReplyDeleteHi ~T~
ReplyDeleteThanks..something about sunlight, I guess!
I too like 'sun like weak tea'. Nice way to express it. Lovely poem.
ReplyDeleteHi Sue J-
ReplyDeleteThank you..so glad you enjoyed!