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Sleepless, restless, I opened the door on a world anchored
In glacial stillness,
A mute world, achingly lonely as if time
Had not yet begun.
Fields, hills, trees all faint contours of a map
Not yet printed,
The sky a slab of cold marble with thin veins
Of lingering stars.
I walked the path between trees begging for sound,
Longing for movement,
Willing a pigeon to yawn, to see his wings shift
In the branches.
Below the wood even the river seemed immobile,
Hesitating as if at the start of long journey.
Then the horizon opened
Closed and opened again gulping
Like a huge hungry pike, the sun emerging
From it/'/s jaws,
Warming a distance of granite, nestling in the crags.
The water flowed,
A pigeon yawned, his wings testing the limits
Of the trees
And I returned along the path to the house
The sky now a battle field
Of mobbing crows, time roused and already going
In relentless pursuit of my morning..
I entered the house, closing the door on a world
Reverberating to the sound of marauding wings. [comments] => 7 [counter] => 381 [topic] => 27 [informant] => cashfan1 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => NaturePoetry )

Restless Hour.

Contributed by cashfan1 on Sunday, 16th April 2017 @ 07:10:26 AM in AEST
Topic: NaturePoetry

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Sleepless, restless, I opened the door on a world anchored
In glacial stillness,
A mute world, achingly lonely as if time
Had not yet begun.
Fields, hills, trees all faint contours of a map
Not yet printed,
The sky a slab of cold marble with thin veins
Of lingering stars.
I walked the path between trees begging for sound,
Longing for movement,
Willing a pigeon to yawn, to see his wings shift
In the branches.
Below the wood even the river seemed immobile,
Hesitating as if at the start of long journey.
Then the horizon opened
Closed and opened again gulping
Like a huge hungry pike, the sun emerging
From it/'/s jaws,
Warming a distance of granite, nestling in the crags.
The water flowed,
A pigeon yawned, his wings testing the limits
Of the trees
And I returned along the path to the house
The sky now a battle field
Of mobbing crows, time roused and already going
In relentless pursuit of my morning..
I entered the house, closing the door on a world
Reverberating to the sound of marauding wings.

Copyright Â© cashfan1 ... [ 2017-04-16 07:10:26]
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Re: Restless Hour. (User Rating: 1 )
by softerware on Sunday, 16th April 2017 @ 12:02:56 PM AEST
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Where to begin! Rich analogies, vivid emotions, picturesque images..you paint in colors rarely seen.

A well crafted story adorned by a vision of the world awakening through the writers eyes. You are the conductor, orchestrating the stirring of morning.

Well done, and worth re reading to unravel the layers it offers up with the seductive restraint borne of a master at the reins.
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Re: Restless Hour. (User Rating: 1 )
by ming on Sunday, 16th April 2017 @ 01:46:12 PM AEST
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Nature in its wild abandon wrote by you! Enjoyed every word.

ming

Re: Restless Hour. (User Rating: 1 )
by Invierno on Monday, 17th April 2017 @ 07:38:42 AM AEST
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Every now and then, (less frequent than I would wish for), I open a poem to a writer I haven/'/t explored, and stumble upon magic.

".....achingly lonely as if time had not yet begun.
......fields, hills, trees all faint contours of a map
not yet printed...."

There are several turns of phrase and employment of advanced technique that is quite impressive.

Thank you for sharing your talent with us.

Invierno

Re: Restless Hour. (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Monday, 17th April 2017 @ 06:44:54 PM AEST
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I have missed your poems. This is so incredible. Thank you ever so much.

Re: Restless Hour. (User Rating: 1 )
by northernlights on Tuesday, 18th April 2017 @ 12:35:54 AM AEST
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It/'/s great to see the poets returning to the waterhole and quenching not only their thirst but ours. Picture perfect as ever taking us right to walk in your footsteps and look through your eyes a contentment that feeds my soul thank you.

Re: Restless Hour. (User Rating: 1 )
by unknown_utopia on Tuesday, 18th April 2017 @ 12:42:51 AM AEST
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The greatness is flowing,
had inner visions exploding in my mind
as I read this...

Re: Restless Hour. (User Rating: 1 )
by allforyou on Monday, 17th September 2018 @ 04:34:04 AM AEST
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"The sky a slab of cold marble with thin veins
Of lingering stars."

Amazing imagery in this. Come back cashfan!

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