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Vanishing Point

The only poem
I can remember now
is the bright white
disc of the sun
tracing its low trajectory
across the sky.

Its light filtered through rifts
in the caravan of clouds
heading hurriedly east
into the departed sunrise.

That vanishing point
where pain has finally
faded into history
and there is nothing
but this moment
wrapped in photons.

Everything else
irrevocably
lost in shadow.
— Heading South, Jan 15, 2010

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Ink Dragon

16 years 4 months ago

Daniel,

this is another winner from your pen. Drew me in and took me hostage. Yours, ~Nina
Heading South

Heading South

16 years 4 months ago

Dear Nina,

I'm really glad you like it. Thanks for taking the time to comment. I really appreciate it. All the best, Daniel
OM

odd molly

16 years 4 months ago

Reflectionresonance open

Reflection resonance open glades light spaces of spirit.. Dear Daniel yes and yes.. your poem is the most beautiful. thank you. love. o molly
Seren

Seren

16 years 4 months ago

Dear Daniel

You never disappoint ... ever ... I loved this one I could see the sun disappearing over the horizon ...and being wrapped in shadow ... brilliant write I think you may have inspired another poem love and hugs Jayne x x
NM

Nicole Michaels

16 years 4 months ago

Finding your candle

pho·ton Pronunciation: \ˈfō-ˌtän\ Function: noun Etymology: phot- + 2-on Date: 1916 1 : a unit of intensity of light at the retina equal to the illumination received per square millimeter of a pupillary area from a surface having a brightness of one candle per square meter 2 : a quantum of electromagnetic radiation I am thinking you are using the first definition. I find that I look up words when I am composing, because in poetry I want to be precise. The third stanza "That vanishing point...wrapped in photons." is your own: Begin here, and discard the other three. They are cliche, don't contribute anything, and detract from a very beautiful observation in YOUR stanza. I think the idea you captured there is beautiful, as well as the wording chosen. Go for it. In the vein of your favorite quote (I went to your profile before commenting), you abandoned this poem just when it was getting going. I see you like Williams. Look at your verse through the lens of his red wheelbarrow poem. What do you see? If you rewrite, I might go back to the photon definition and do some scavenging. Cool image and language there that you might reinvent for your own work. "No ideas but in things." Williams.
Heading South

Heading South

16 years 4 months ago

Dear Nicole

Dear Nicole, First of all, thank you for being so honest. I really appreciate it for none of us can hope to improve without being subjected to the light of honest criticism. I think the other three stanzas may be cliches in the sense that they describe common experiences, but they do actually refer to situations I had experienced and remembered when I sat down to write the poem. I recall being struck by the white hot disc of the sun moving from east to west very slowly while this chain of low winter clouds charged along hurriedly in the opposite direction. I liked that image, I thought there must be a metaphor there of chasing things that have already departed; that are actually moving in the opposite direction. The title of the poem and the vanishing point stanza only came to me later when I stalled after finishing the first two stanzas. I do agree though that this poem is very much in my comfort zone and it is good to be challenged to produce something different and more daring. I do love William Carlos Williams. As you say his poems are grounded in things rather than lofty abstract ideas. I haven't read him for a while, and have been reading quite a bit of Wallace Stevens lately, so perhaps that explains why the poem isn't as grounded as it could be. Another reason might be that I kept revising it, trying to boil it down to its essence, to weed out all unnecessary words and sometimes you can lose the substance of the poem by doing that. Thank you also for turning my attention to THE RED WHEELBARROW. I had forgotten that poem, but rereading it now I am struck by the way Williams has captured that split second of perception; the contrast between red and white and all the connotations in between. It is very much like a Haiku in the sense that it tries to say as much as possible in as few words as possible, and I'm sure that is a good discipline for all aspiring poets to acquire. THE RED WHEELBARROW so much depends upon a red wheel barrow glazed with rain water beside the white chickens Yours, Daniel
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bjp

16 years 4 months ago

Dear Daniel

A nice little poem. Brian
Heading South

Heading South

16 years 4 months ago

Dear Mona

Thanks for your comment. I often feel the same way as you about my poems so I wouldn't worry too much. The best advice I can give is to read and absorb as much poetry as you can and start posting on the site. That way you can start developing the technique necessary to realize your poetic vision on the page. Yours, Daniel