For the (fictional) series “Edges”
His Voice
From This Edge of the Pacific
The beauty of this long shore
His Voice
From This Edge of the Pacific
The beauty of this long shore
will soon be more so, as winter
makes it stark. This is rude, raw nature,
unlike the civilised cities; true to its own
place and time. You cannot smooth it away.
The once-lucid water is agitated, ominous,
a cruel wind scaring sea-birds quickly distant,
a moody green glint replacing the radiant blue.
Our concept of beauty is fluid. The savage change
awesome
ReplyDeleteI love the shore in any season.......but must admit, winter's dramatic beauty is my favourite.
ReplyDeleteI love the words--rude raw savage agitated ominous--embracing it all in nature when I cannot do it in the part of nature known as humanity. Keep trying to make my peace with it.
ReplyDeleteBeauty is indeed subjective. I imagine the agitated water and cruel wind; a picture for sure.
ReplyDeleteI like the way you start and end with beauty, Rosemary, enclosing the harsh winter words, the 'rude, raw nature' and the 'cruel wind scaring sea-birds'. I also love the sudden 'moody green glint replacing the radiant blue'.
ReplyDeletestark is beautiful... infact much more as you get drawn into it...
ReplyDeleteThis is incredibly potent, Rosemary! The phrase "The once-lucid water is agitated"... ushers so many thoughts into the mind!
ReplyDeleteBeauty is certainly in the eye of the beholder. I love the sea and her moods and even though I often watch her she see me only as another shell on the beach and pays me no mind. Beautiful poem Rosemary.
ReplyDeleteBring on the beautiful savage! How I love this. For I believe that Nature--in her wonders and horrors--is always stunning.
ReplyDeleteYes - winter beauty is more stark, raw, and agitated than the beauty of other seasons. But your poem points out that it is important to embrace the changes in seasons as they come. A powerful poem, but (ha) I am glad we are heading toward summer at present & will be happy to let you enjoy the beauty of winter! Smiles.
ReplyDeleteSavage beauty here -- marinal, potent poetry. I love it.
ReplyDeletei liked what you said about the Pacific as a 'pool'. :)
ReplyDeleteSo much truth in the idea of beauty being fluid and how we can see something days, months, years later and still find even the changed scene beautiful.
ReplyDeleteRosemary, yesterday there were amazing gifts at the shore......two adult and two juvenile eagles soaring right overhead, and THREE whales, one small, spyhopping and basking for a solid hour. I was in heaven!
ReplyDeleteWow!
DeleteWe also sometimes see both whales and eagles – though not usually both at once – at this edge of the Pacific. (Smile.)
Excellent. I truly enjoyed this. Beauty is everywhere.
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ReplyDelete"You cannot smooth it away." Nor would I, at least, want to. Wildness is my hope, wilderness my home.
Love the way you describe the facets of beauty in that same pool... the starkness and the softness are each different perspectives of the same.
ReplyDeleteThus the old adage, "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder." I wonder, if we kept a record of everything we see. that we think beautiful, would there be some unusual things on the list?
ReplyDeleteOur concept of beauty is fluid. The savage change
ReplyDeleteis welcome, embraced. Yet it's all the same pool................so true,.
All in the same pool, showing us what we choose to see. How we look at it makes the whole difference. Lovely write !
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing these facets of the diamond that is nature. Sometimes rough, sometimes lucid
ReplyDeleteHave a good Sunday Rosemary
Much😇love
A great "snapshot".
ReplyDeleteZQ
The shore, for me, is always beautiful all throughout. It has different personalities that could affect my mood when I am watching the shore.
ReplyDeleteLovely poem!
ReplyDeletelove the iagery in this ... you took me right there
ReplyDeleteVery descriptive picture of winter, but I am ready for winter's grip to let go. I want to welcome in the birds of song and spring.
ReplyDeleteA stunning piece of writing. The close on it - really - a metaphor, I think, for the mutable/immutable that is the paradigm of seasons. In Canada, seasons are so extreme and can come upon us so quickly ... we look out our windows and see incredible change to the scene that was there, a few hours ago - and yet, it is the same scene.
ReplyDeleteThe once-lucid water is agitated, ominous,
ReplyDeletea cruel wind scaring sea-birds quickly distant,
a moody green glint replacing the radiant blue
So much for conservation! Agreed Rosemary! This is the cruel truth in reality. Nature can be just as confused and unruly unlike the often bandied view of the natural beauty of the environment
Hank