A stunning metaphor portraying a lovely lake to a woman's moods.... it seems as though your presence there lifts your spirits....and bring warmth and hope as well... even in her anger, you still forgive and love her just the same..."stepping onto the deck an tsunami of awe"....excellent writing
Warmly, B
Posted 6 Months Ago
6 Months Ago
Thank you Betty. I feel I do my best writing when writing about past relationships, and I tend to g.. read moreThank you Betty. I feel I do my best writing when writing about past relationships, and I tend to get in a rut. I love nature, and every once in a while I make myself write about some aspect I really love, such as my past poems about snow, about crows, to name a couple. I am happy this poem about Lake Wenatchee was so well received. I appreciate your reading and reviewing. MSB
Michael,
Wenachee... I know her well, though under a different name... Erato, maybe?
Posted 6 Months Ago
6 Months Ago
Thanks for reading Vol. I was definitely striving to portray the lake as feminine, in her form, and.. read moreThanks for reading Vol. I was definitely striving to portray the lake as feminine, in her form, and in the moodiness of her weather. Long, long ago I spent some time reading Scandinavian mythology, but I never got around to the Greeks. I had to go to Wikipedia to research Erato. It’s not the first time, nor do I doubt it will be the last, that one of your reviews has introduced me to a whole new area classical writing/knowledge.
6 Months Ago
Ha Funny... Give me the Norse over the Mediterranean's every time.
Wow. The visuals here are just perfect. There is a place on the St. Lawrence I visited many years ago that holds the same kind of draw for me. Anyhow, a most excellent write. ~Jim
Posted 6 Months Ago
6 Months Ago
Thank you Jim. I live on the north end of Seattle, Lake Wenatchee is about two hours away by auto, .. read moreThank you Jim. I live on the north end of Seattle, Lake Wenatchee is about two hours away by auto, its west end nestled into the eastern foothills of the Cascade Mountains. I have never seen the St. Lawrence. I have seen cruises advertised that hop from port to port in New England then up the St. Lawrence. It’s on my bucket list.
Once upon a time, a crazy, talented poet from across the Salish Sea told me of an intense dream she experienced in which she was given a strange title for a poem, but nothing more. She felt it import.. more..