Your handwriting is utterly gorgeous, Kerry!💞 I particularly like the second part with its remarkable opening line: 'The sulphurous song of a single canary'... wow!💞
I love reading poems from earlier years! I especially felt those pebbles rolling over the bare skin of the narrator's soul. These are wonderful, Kerry!
In my mind, am picturing the numerous swaying bridges that I was forces to cross, as my family visited Canada'a national parks, in Alberta and British Colombia, while reading your poem. Anxiety fills me, as I felt like I had felt like I left something behind that never to get back again.
Now, handwriting is simple elegant, Kerry, until my small cramp style.
The imagery in each stanza is stunning- especially the last one. The thought of an echo searching and finding- sublime. Wish my handwriting was half as good!
Ooh, the imagery and symbolism are spot on -- crossing bridges as a motif works wonderfully in this personal reflection. I'm mostly in awe of the sulphurous song of the canary and the shadow which neglected to follow you home.
I think this poem began as a dream, hence the surreal atmosphere.. I have trouble sleeping at best of times, and when I do, I dream.. enough to wake me up again.
Your own hand-writing has added a special touch to the poem. The title is innovative and the poem is brilliant. Subtle comparison of nature with our own feelings. Each stanza is a bridge to the other :)
Nice tryptich on the fear of bridges, of crossing over, of what could be lost there and what will be taken away if we don't risk the crossing. No fear is truly unjustified, a certain knowing is what they lace. Some things are better not known, or crossed over to when it's truly time; train on the voice and the image and trust they will become their own bridge.
The echo is distraction enough to hide the disillusion one feels that a smile is always forthcoming. Can picture how it can be a little confusing! Great presentation technique Kerry!
The image of the trees, so loaded and so soft under the weight of her anxiety, is eerie. I can imagine feet being swallowed by the rotten wood, trapping life in decay... Effectively scary, especially when one gets the loss in the end.
I see the echo as a rainbow and am trying to picture disillusionment's smile
ReplyDeleteProbably not a particularly pleasant expression!
DeleteYour handwriting is utterly gorgeous, Kerry!💞 I particularly like the second part with its remarkable opening line: 'The sulphurous song of a single canary'... wow!💞
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you like the canary.. I adore birds and often use them in my poems but sometimes the repetitive calls get inside my head!
DeleteAll three are wonderful but the first one snags me and pulls me in. Being too fond of trees, I love this verse.
ReplyDeleteI, too, am fond of trees.. they seem to call to me.
DeleteThat first line is gorgeous Kerry, and yes your handwriting is truly lovely!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Carrie. I assure you, this is my 'neat work' - my normal handwriting is incomprehensible.
DeleteI love reading poems from earlier years! I especially felt those pebbles rolling over the bare skin of the narrator's soul. These are wonderful, Kerry!
ReplyDeleteNot always sure a blended sensory image will work, so thanks for the feedback, Sherry.
DeleteIn my mind, am picturing the numerous swaying bridges that I was forces to cross, as my family visited Canada'a national parks, in Alberta and British Colombia, while reading your poem. Anxiety fills me, as I felt like I had felt like I left something behind that never to get back again.
ReplyDeleteNow, handwriting is simple elegant, Kerry, until my small cramp style.
I think their is a certain sense of anxiety imbued in this poem.
DeleteThe imagery in each stanza is stunning- especially the last one. The thought of an echo searching and finding- sublime. Wish my handwriting was half as good!
ReplyDeleteI work hard to keep the writing neat and straight.. doesn't come naturally.
DeleteI am pleased to know the images appealed to you.
Wonderful imagery! It being not only in three sections but three different photographs (and hand-written to boot) seems to add mystery.
ReplyDeleteThat's a cool comment. I hadn't thought of that aspect of the presentation. Thanks.
DeleteI love them all, and in handwriting they get their own magic... the canary made me think of those birds used in mines...
ReplyDeleteAh, yes... singing until they dropped dead!! Great reading.
DeleteOoh, the imagery and symbolism are spot on -- crossing bridges as a motif works wonderfully in this personal reflection. I'm mostly in awe of the sulphurous song of the canary and the shadow which neglected to follow you home.
ReplyDeleteI think this poem began as a dream, hence the surreal atmosphere.. I have trouble sleeping at best of times, and when I do, I dream.. enough to wake me up again.
Deleteespecially the last line... the shadow not following the person home is wonderfully stark!
ReplyDeleteKind of a scary ending.. I like it too.
DeleteYour own hand-writing has added a special touch to the poem. The title is innovative and the poem is brilliant. Subtle comparison of nature with our own feelings.
ReplyDeleteEach stanza is a bridge to the other :)
Thank you for your lovely commentary. Gives me added insight into the poem.
Deletethe first , for me as well, is particularly vivid, and I echo the encomia for your penmanship ~
ReplyDeleteNice tryptich on the fear of bridges, of crossing over, of what could be lost there and what will be taken away if we don't risk the crossing. No fear is truly unjustified, a certain knowing is what they lace. Some things are better not known, or crossed over to when it's truly time; train on the voice and the image and trust they will become their own bridge.
ReplyDeleteThe echo is distraction enough to hide the disillusion one feels that a smile is always forthcoming. Can picture how it can be a little confusing! Great presentation technique Kerry!
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The image of the trees, so loaded and so soft under the weight of her anxiety, is eerie. I can imagine feet being swallowed by the rotten wood, trapping life in decay... Effectively scary, especially when one gets the loss in the end.
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