Saturday, March 6, 2010

Morning Poem #43

sunrise over the ocean
Wanda Phipps (1960 - present)
(is on Facebook & Myspace)

I close my eyes
and there it is
a concrete walkway
leading out of a
small village
hugging the sides
of a green green
tree filled mountainside
and to the right
a pipe railing
paited the color
of oxidized metaland even firther
to my right
a small beach
costline-an ocean
all under a pale blue sky
all there when my eyelids
close and the shutters open

2 comments:

  1. are there any metaphors here? any literary devices other than visual imagery

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    1. The act of creation doesn't end with the writer, it only begins there. What a poet writes, even if it is a simple description of what he sees, can become a metaphor for the reader.

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