Sea and Land | Monday Jun 02, 2008

Fog Horns

by David Mason

The loneliest days,

damp and indistinct,

sea and land a haze.

And purple fog horns

blossomed over tides—

bruises being born

in silence, so slow,

so out there, around,

above and below.

In such hurts of sound

the known world became

neither flat nor round.

The steaming tea pot

was all we fathomed

of is and is not .

The hours were hallways

with doors at the ends

opened into days

fading into night

and the scattering

particles of light.

Nothing was done then.

Nothing was ever

done. Then it was done.

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Comments:

You had me fooled for a minute:-)

Posted by sherri on June 03, 2008 at 03:12 PM PDT #

Love this one eddie because the foreground or "reality" becomes part of the painting and it is a bit disorienting (and it is a good image :})

Posted by daina on June 04, 2008 at 07:59 AM PDT #