Crows Nest Glimpses

a repost (yes another!)

Painted clouds of ocean shores
Purple glowing golden isles
Dreamland harbors shadow moors
Brimming eyes of saddened smiles
Out of reach still darker turning
In a hundred thousand miles
Trail of fire on changing canvas
Mosaic view through splintered tiles
Filled with other stars aburning
Spinning time the tie that binds us
Opens senses and beguiles
While ever patient death yet finds us
Astride of hope with all her wiles

Reviews

[Gandré]

I like 'Spinning time the tie that binds us '
this poem is not lecturing, not wanting anything, it is a look back. Sort of untouchably opening string of images and I like it.
I missed these small poems of yours.

[Donald Meikle]

miss you

[Gandré]

miss you, too :)

[Paul Grimsley]

i like the music of this piece - the rhythm really made the writing sing. it is very rich visually and the sense of movement and emotional resonance really struck me.

[Tomás Ó C..]

Hope pervades even death. As usual, I love the poem!

[Valentine]

Different..but I enjoyed this one..as a painter I could see the advantage of a view that high..Valentien

[Leslie Philibert]

This is a very fine poem, and fits well into the tradition of nautical poetry or
poets who use the sea as a motive.loads of great images, good one.

[Ken Simm.]

Now you know I'm going to like this one lar. Go'ed you accomplished man.

[Stanley Wilson]

wow very atmospheric work flowed well got a bit of vertigo from the images the words made stuck up in the crows nest on a rolling ship hahaha