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The sun, molten dripping up from the river, spilling everywhere Or, more precisely: the world rolling in the warm shallows of space perpetually, gracelessly : My favorite line of poetry deals with sun on the water "Ah light-- moving westward down the Mississippi." Light as boats capsizing, the endless glint of it. : Rereading, the line is different (vertical, not westward) and the boats another poem entirely and isn't that always the case? : Shot through with gold fog scraping the bark of the evergreens is also sun on the water if I choose it to be And I have misunderstood every last moment on this planet but it is still beautiful. |
I love this. I love the imagery. I love the way you play with the ideas of memory, understanding and perspective! I love the way you express our ability to select seeing things in various ways. "is also sun on the water if I choose it to be" And I love your ending lines: "And I have misunderstood every last moment on this planet but it is still beautiful." My one critique is that I'm not in love with that opening stanza. The words "molten" and "dripping up" don't paint a picture for me that I can "see" or at least it doesn't ring true. It feels forced somehow and it distracts from the piece--for me, anyway. But maybe that is the point. Maybe it has to do with the perspective of the speaker and how he or she chooses to perceive the sun on the water at first. I'm probably supposed to feel it is inaccurate. Is that it? Anyway, I really, really enjoyed this read. It feels important. Like it says something that a lot of people need to hear! | Posted on 2017-02-18 00:00:00 | by JanePlane | [ Reply to This ] | |