EVENING

Salty kisses

ring like slow funeral bells

in the early freedom of Autumn.

My destination nears,

so I’ll take one last ride

down this highway

into the ruddy light

before it is time to lie down

in cool water

and sleep among the rocks.

Reviews

[Lara]

Alot of poems I like to read have alot to bite on. The most generous still leave room in my mouth that allows the enjoyment of going through that process, too, and in that process is drawn out the finer intrinsic components not so obviously recognisable in the presentation of the bite.
This piece is a taste of bitter sweet "Salty kisses", "bells" (though dirge), "freedom (to fade gracefully)", and cool, heavy rest...
The nutriment of the piece I find in detail of the natural world (universal & accessible) and the intrinsic connection to abstractions and our ethereal realities of consciousness - how these exist all at once both inwardly and in the external world, and we "feel" what it is to live. Not just in our emotions, but our spirit, and mind, and bodies...

At first read "evening" is beautiful subdued light on a minimalists like movie scene in nature which then (in the way nature does) takes us out and in, absorbing and enveloping us with more-ness.
But then, Vol, you've left us with a keepsake rock to carry home in the pocket.

I really like this

[Vol]

Lara,
wow...
I've been a reader all my life, and have a "gift?" for seeing through all the shades of color and layers of meaning. I said that because I've never had anyone say something I so deeply relate to as yur review here... it could have come out of my own deepest thoughts. Every good poem is a keepsake rock, many of them cut and polished like gems.
I know nothing about you, but I sure do wish there was a place with a table where we could meet and talk about all the stuff Douglas Adams thought was interesting, you know, Life, teh universe, and everything.
Vol

[Vol]

Lara,
wow...
I've been a reader all my life, and have a "gift?" for seeing through all the shades of color and layers of meaning. I said that because I've never had anyone say something I so deeply relate to as yur review here... it could have come out of my own deepest thoughts. Every good poem is a keepsake rock, many of them cut and polished like gems.
I know nothing about you, but I sure do wish there was a place with a table where we could meet and talk about all the stuff Douglas Adams thought was interesting, you know, Life, teh universe, and everything.
Vol

[Vol]

Lara,
I am sometimes disgusted by this site. It goes down at random times, like when I had just finished the above and hit send and their server goes down! I have lost countless thoughtful responses that way. Somehow, this time it came back, but ity looks like it posted three times...
Vol