Sunday, June 16, 2013

Evenfall


blue 

mist rising 
from blue 

mountain 
hollows 

darkening 
blue- 

black 
swallows 

sky 



6 comments:

  1. hollows/ swallows

    Way to place a rhyme, Vassilis.

    This is a wonderful poem.

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  2. táne-mar and Duncan:

    the writer sitting
    in the twilight facing
    the western horizon waiting. . . .

    Thank you for being there with me.

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  3. Amazing what twelve little words can do when the eleventh slips out of its dark noun mantle and spirals up into the limitless depths of the night sky on the sudden wings of a small verb. The lightness, the fluidity. Was that masked mist a bird? It left a silver bullet. Beautiful example of the practise of working words and lines as hinges. Your poems are always moving, in several senses, from word to word and line to line, Vassilis. The double- and triple-takes generate so much poetic activity. A new marvel every time.

    (And beautiful title. The compound ringing Germanic -- as, Untergang.)

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  4. Thanks, Tom.
    I’ve said this before and shall never tire of saying it: One never tires of reading your comments for they show how a really, really close reading of a poem should be carried out—you never miss anything, do you?

    BTW, something for your perusal but please, no questions asked.

    STEVE BENSON SNEEZES AT THE THOUGHT OF SOMEONE ELSE WRITING
    A POEM CONSISTING ENTIRELY OF QUESTIONS


    Is-is-is-is-is-is-is-is-is-is-is-is-is-is-
    Achoo!

    Was there not a nose before your face?

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