Sails

By stevepoet

Sat, 17 Nov 2018
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I'm becalmed in a day, 

Karen,  

as flat as this page;  

silent as paper. The scents  

of rooms with unopened  

windows. Heady peonies in vases. 

Trees, full volume, in the garden –

strings plucked; shifting sound and branches. 

Imagined streets that the inarticulate breeze  

shucks and whispers through. 

Palimpsests. Sails. Brief philosophies.

These things always lead, in time, to you. 

 

The day is static. Still as water. 

I think about you, elsewhere.

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Comments

Submitted by rosaliekempthorne on

Poised and delicate.  This poem is just lovely.  I find it full of loss and loneliness, evoked perfectly with the imagery - paper, flat pages, unopened windows.  The "inarticulate breeze" is great.

Submitted by Tom Brown on

"... the day is static. Still as water. I think about you, elsewhere". A brilliant poem and then especially this twist in the conclusion, being so far from the one you love.

 

Submitted by Nolan on

Lovely! I just don't understand the title really? Is it about peace, or freedom? The poem has a sad feel a longing, of course.

Go well! Nolan &&

 

Submitted by stevepoet on

Thank you, all. I suppose it's meant to be a poem about longing. I imagined sails in the distance, but also sails waiting for the breeze, unfulfilled. Glad you like it and thanks for your positive comments!

Steve