Terry A Posted July 22 Share Posted July 22 When the sun renders all too white color washes out and pales My wits scatter like white moths fluttering A pinned butterfly looks out in silent wonder. This is not good I say rousing to toss and turn upon a smoky gray dreaming of any water-borne thing- cool pools, a sno-cone, a lemon peel and mint floating in a blueberry drink touch feeling the wet zone of rain Leaving off ennui the clarity of change promising sweet relief. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
badger11 Posted July 24 Share Posted July 24 Lovely, imaginative trip Terry. The 'wet zone', as opposed to sun bleached one, has its colour attractions (and moreover the relief of change). The 'white moths' scattering is a great analogy. Also like the inventiveness of water borne, especially the lemon peel. Resonant write. A poem I read recently... https://autumnskypoetrydaily.com/2024/07/19/from-the-archives-cure-for-ennui-by-judith-waller-carroll/ Phil Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Terry A Posted July 24 Author Share Posted July 24 Thanks Phil for the link and comments. In reading the poem you linked to, I again realized the communal nature of much experience and how writers must indeed work harder than ever to say anything original now. I wonder if it's all been said one way or the other (?) and then I reread your poem 'Captain Hastings' and know it is possible. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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