Tuesday, May 29, 2012

The Old Pier

old pier


The Old Pier


Once absence meant nothing;
everything leaving came back.
Now things unwanted are
                                             washed
into the wake to sink.

The bollard is fixed in place
in a silted harbor
rusted, paint chipped, frayed rope
collar long since snapped, still

something sailed here once on a whisper,
moored snug then lightly spit
a last smooth pebble on the cairn
where hope drowned coming to port.

The knot was cut in haste
the wind drove all before it seaward
leaving a stone, a bollard
fit for the cast of a mooring line

that's soon slipped loose,
stowed safe aboard by the departing,
gone long before the pier collapses
into the gull darkened sea.



bollard





May 2012


Posted for    OpenLinkNight   at  dVerse Poets Pub



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39 comments:

  1. Great piece, Joy. Full of words that stimulate my imagination and just feel good to read aloud.

    Now how does an Oklahoma girl have all this seaport jargon in her word quiver?

    ~ j

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  2. This is achingly gentle, letting the sense of change, of loss, wash across us like the waves or the wind. "Once absence meant nothing..." This is a terrific line. Now, I find, it means so much more than nothing. This is a fine poem. Enjoyed it much. Or as much as an idle bollard can enjoy!!

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  3. some really nice allit that carries over a couple lines right in the center hedge...your opening is evocative itself...the things that leave used to come back but this feels more final you know...where hope drown coming to port...another very evocative line...ilike...smiles.

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  4. once absent meant nothing but then the cutting of the knot and being gone before everything falls apart...speaks much of disconnection to me...the stowed safe but then the darkened sea..paints a big question mark..great images in this hedge..

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  5. I really like the third stanza here. This is so good .. a lovely read. Pam

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  6. Lovely cadence, subtle alliteration, and fine imagery ("gull darkened sea"). I especially like the interplay and interweaving of the concepts of arriving/departing, staying/leaving, casting/mooring, being bound/setting loose.

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  7. Lest we forget, these word pictures are important. I like where you went with this poem.

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  8. "Something sailed here once on a whisper" - so evocative - a sad but beautiful poem.
    By the way, love the Asiatic lillies in your sidebar - the orange and purple ones. Waiting for the Asiatics to bloom here...

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  9. "where hope drowned coming to port." pretty heavy, no wonder it sunk and drowned... beautiful poem, though, truly.

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  10. hey hedge

    love the groove of this piece - piers knots anything sea related and i'm already turned on but your skills keep it fresh and V. readable thru out...

    gone long before the pier collapses
    into the gull darkened sea

    your outro is a real tug!

    and pulls all the ideas way out of my depth...

    and if i aint drowning i aint happy, so :D

    cheers hedge

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  11. something sailed here once on a whisper,
    moored snug then lightly spit
    a last smooth pebble on the cairn
    where hope drowned coming to port.



    Such a gentle and poignant write--Lovely contrasts thorough out--

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  12. I feel those lonely waves in your words. Great rhythm. Nicely done!

    Fav lines:

    "where hope drowned coming to port."
    "something sailed here once on a whisper,"
    "into the gull darkened sea."

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  13. The sounds and sense of this rang true. The metaphor of all that is can be washed away or simply slip the bonds and sail. Another fine poem in your catalog. I love to read your words.

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  14. I'm harboring a lonely feeling after reading this.

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  15. Hauntingly beautiful... wonderful imagry

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  16. That opening stanza breaks my heart. The whole thing does, really. It's so sad, and fatalistic, and as disturbing as a cold breeze from summer water. Like i said...this poem breaks my heart.

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  17. Oh this is outstanding Hedge. The scene painted in description yet describing while acting, if that makes any sense. Basically it's like you told a story simultaneously as describing. Yeah, metaphor, but deeper than that. Love this. Great read. Additionally, just love the way the bollard stanza reads, normal voice, rapid, pause begins again end stanza- very cool. Thanks

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  18. where hope drowned coming to port.

    and

    gone long before the pier collapses
    into the gull darkened sea.

    just some hauntingly beautiful writing.

    Great work here.

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  19. i feel the waves lapping gently at my ankles, whispering these words with an empty ache... loved it all, but that first stanza has its own power.

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  20. First your pictures are stunning ~ Second your words are beautiful from the opening stanza to the last ~ A pleasure to read your share ~

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  21. Metaphorically marvelous! I love "where hope drowned coming to port." So well done, thanks for sharing.

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  22. something sailed here once on a whisper,
    moored snug then lightly spit
    a last smooth pebble on the cairn
    where hope drowned coming to port............


    A gorgeous write!

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  23. The pictures reminded me of some old piers near where I live, except your water is much more beautiful. Nice use of metaphors, evocative images.

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  24. great alliteration, metaphor and simile

    spaceship tanka

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  25. The beginning and end were especially strong for me here. Hard to hold on to much! K.

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  26. Rending, I read and re-read it, its atmosphere exquisitely drawn, the loss palpable.

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  27. "gone long before the pier collapses into the gull darkened sea." I love that image, a very strong ending. The ending isn't the only part of this poem that is strong.

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  28. Love your work here! Great images and enjoy the shipwreck story!
    Powerful seas and powerful ships -- knots and collapses of long forgotten sails, harbors and piers! Well done -- WOW
    Thanks.

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  29. "Something sailed here once on a whisper .....where hope drowned coming to port...poignant; and the entire piece pokes at my senses...I can see, hear and smell the history around that old pier. I love this poem!

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  30. Goodness,Joy,it had seen better days. Reminiscent of many instances of facilities,equipment and even relationships left abandoned. Sadness all round. Beautiful verse and a fitting pic!

    Hank

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  31. Such a poignant description of loss. Such a gorgeous poem of that first photo, word images filling out the visual images for us and your own spin to take us deeper. I love this.

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  32. I have given you an Inspiring Blog Award http://marousia.wordpress.com/2012/05/30/inspiring-blog-award/

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    1. Thanks for the very kind thought and compliment marousia, but I don't do awards. I do appreciate you thinking of me though.

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  33. god, Joy, you just get better and better. This is exquisitely beautiful, haunting. The sense of finality, loss, yearning is so strong in these stanzas.

    I also was immediately put into thought about the flotsom and jetsom ( I hope these are the words) of the stuff sailing from the wreckage of Japan's coast, landing along ours...

    The picture sets a great introduction, but your words! Significant poem here.....

    Lady Nyo

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    1. Thanks, Jane. Yes--those shattered bits of Fukishima and its surroundings fetching up so many thousands of miles away really underline our interconnectedness--last night on the news, I heard that blue fin tuna off the California coast were carrying radiation from the disaster. We're all in this together, and at least that's getting harder to ignore.

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  34. bit melancholy, somehow. love all the nautical language though, and "gull darkened sea" sounds like one of those epithets Homer would've used...

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  35. Sad, melancholy & beautiful..."still

    something sailed here once on a whisper,
    moored snug then lightly spit
    a last smooth pebble on the cairn
    where hope drowned coming to port." Lovely, wistful poetry :)

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  36. This is beautiful, elegant, and lonely.

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  37. Free-flowing indeed! A sense of liberation took over me... :)
    Hugs xoxo

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