Boethius said something about the consolation of philosophy. So why not philosophic poetry? As Summer buries itself in a pile of leaves, I keep thinking about cause and effect; acts and their consequences. Evasive clues point back to unmistakable causes.
Sound through Water, Sin through Time
60 feet out and underwater
I heard the tether cables rattle
as the dock again went spinning
courtesy of my brother.
Walking beneath a summer shade tree
I caught the fleeting smell of autumn
as the leaves in twos were dying
courtesy of Adam.
A related poem about Summer's death revealing "thin places"
Wednesday, October 12, 2005
Consoled by Poetry: On Death, Glimpses of Glory
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6 comments:
I like this poem a great deal!
The two stanzas have a beautiful sort of divergent symmetry that connects two hugely distant events in less than 50 words.
I know it's early for this sort of conjecture, but this poem has made quite a good impression on me--it may be one of your better short poems.
The angle.. the symmetry.. unusual. Good!
ahhhh, you said boethius... he's a happy thought.
Thanks for the thought, Tim. Perceptive commentary on poetry is a rare gift, and I put some stock in your analysis.
Warrior, ying/yang is fairly antithetical to my perspective, but I agree that contrast is helpful to get a point across. I'll take a look at your site.
Nightskye, Camille, thanks for the comments. Everyone should read more Boethius. ;)
i really love the phrase "courtesy of adam." it's haunting in some way.
Always a pleasure to read the things you take the time to write. I posted my impressions here
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