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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16 September 2016

From the Alcove











Open space,
yet sheltered:
outside the room
I sit with coffee 
and a notebook.
This early, the lagoon
is misty grey.

Three buoys, bright yellow, 
dot the water. 
A sudden dark shape
dives or rises –
long ripples: a fish,
leaping briefly
into the open.


Written for Quadrille #16: Open, at dVerse.

9 comments:

  1. A chair outside a cafe is indeed open space although I usually think of open space as being in the middle of a field somewhere. Your poem got me to look at openness differently.

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  2. Lovely feel, dancing space, tightly woven juxtaposition.

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  3. Isn't it wonderful how a little break can bring us new sights, and thus fresh inspiration. So glad you had such a lovely place to go and that you made it back in time to share this.

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  4. A stage was set for this moment

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  5. There is something imaginist about the view of the bay... very very calming and nice.

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  6. I can see every detail, Rosemary. The buoys look so bright, and the coffee tastes delicious. :-)

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