Saturday, July 1, 2023

Seeping Maculation

 
No nightingales near 
The river—even the reeds 
 
No longer rustle. 
 
 

 

5 comments:

  1. The title baffles me while the poem amazes me. Perhaps this contrast is intended? The three-lined poem is wonderfully evocative and reads aloud so well (so perfectly!). The poem itself is clarity, vivid. I imagine nightingales nearby, but not near the river where earlier the reeds were moving/rustling. I imagine the river and its banks. But the title? -- I don't know what to make of it. (Yes, I am being redundant.)

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  2. Firstly, thanks for the highly positive comments; as for being somewhat puzzled by the title, I can well understand why--another Zambaras overkill, I'm afraid, but I was just trying the point out the pollution that is slowly killing everything that was once very alive in the river, and it can be read as a companion piece to the poem you also like very much--CONFLUENCE.

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  3. CONFLUENCE


    Nightingales near
    the river.

    No superfluous noise.

    (Yes, "SEEPING MACULATION" is a wonderful companion piece!)

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