I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world,
to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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19 April 2016

Downside-Up

Depths down, I float in clouds.
I twist but I can't see.
Sky enters the river.
There’s nowhere else to be
but this cave of blind white
where I find no life, only me.
No fish nor weed nor insect –
just me, tree-deep, sight-free.
















Another for dVerse Quadrille – 7: twist, doubling as response to Turns of the Tale: Poetic Surprise at 'imaginary garden with real toads'. Come at something from a new angle, they invited. I frequently rhapsodise about rivers and celebrate clouds – but not quite like this. 


17 comments:

  1. I LOVE this!!!!! Wish I had thought of it, LOL.

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  2. Love the thought of that twist.. When you stand there, the world turns upside.

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  3. aha...that was a great twist...

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  4. I love your twist, I have often thought the same when looking at reflections, wondering at that underground world. You have painted it for me,,,

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  5. This is a world upside down, very surreal when : Sky enters the river.

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  6. I like this very much ... especially this line: "Sky enters the river."

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  7. Love this so much, Rosemary!
    "Sky enters the river."
    Also:
    "tree-deep, sight-free." (I also see "sigh-free.) :)

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  8. Caught in the upside down world of reflection....let me reflect on that! :) Excellent!

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  9. A trip to the hidden world beyond the reflection... what a great idea.

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  10. I tried describing the above in a haiku and failed miserably. I'm sure the following haiku inspired me to start writing poetry, it took ages to get the self confidence to start: A trout leaps high- below him in the river bottom, clouds flow by. By Onitsura, translated by Harold Henderson. I'm going to try again! Thanks for the inspiration.

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  11. Sky enters river--I love that image. Such a delightful moment in time.

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  12. Just me tree deep - love that line..the world from another perspective.

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  13. Wonderful first line..."Depths down, I float in clouds" and "cave of blind white"
    I really enjoyed this.

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