Shore

SHORE

Six thirty a.m. Beside my bed a drawer

One quarter open ,like a lip in the gloom,

Pouting, reluctant to say what has happened.

Light increases at the window, edging

The dark rectangle of blind with white.

Spring dawn is pouring in, unstoppably,

Like the silent rising tide of a brightening sea

At the beach of a million shells where childhood

Left. Inevitably this day will be stacked

Away with others, like plates inĀ  a cupboard,

Clean as answered questions, but in this moment,

I may taste salt air and walk that mystic shore.

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Harry O'Neill

Sat 23rd May 2015 17:27

Steve,
I like the way - at the moment of waking - the inanimate drawer `knows` what has taken place.

The silent rising tide image suits the powerful serenity of the coming dawn.

I think Cynthia has the pith of of the piece with her comment about pragmatist/dreamer (the effect of those
late lines about the day being stacked away give the impression (to me) of a sort of apology in case the rest of it might seem to be over sentimental. (it isn`t)

Steve Smith

Sat 16th May 2015 21:07

Thank you Cynthia and Lea - i am trying a new direction and appreciate your judgements!

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Sat 16th May 2015 13:50

I also think this is excellent - even the title and the rhyme of 'Shore' and 'drawer' which draws the reader in at once, almost unaware of the influence of your chosen diction. IMO, the poem shines through your specific images of physical detail and then your imaginative, emotional thoughts - the dreamer versus the pragmatist. Like us all.

Lan

Sat 16th May 2015 02:48

Wow, this is fantastic, really enjoyed it, such great images x

Steve Smith

Fri 15th May 2015 20:09

Thank you Laura -you encourage me!I am trying to go in a different way to poetry -I am skirting around feelings I have not put a mouth to (as they say here).Was impressed by Thomas Transtromer's book.Of course ,I await yours ,which I will have to have.
Steve Smith

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Laura Taylor

Fri 15th May 2015 09:27

This has a life, a motion, almost like the tide bringing the waves in and out, in and out. 'like a lip in the gloom' - great line, so intriguing. I love how you compare days to plates stacked away - they go so quickly don't they? 'Clean as answered questions' - gawd, you do know how to write them Steve.

Love the ending, leaving it spiralling up into the air :)

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