Autumn flares out, its flame burst clouds
strewn about misted cliff sides, loam whites
of winter taking their place. A stiff willow breeze,
ten thousand things withdrawn to burrows and immortal
pine heights. First snows stream down, duckweed carpets
of August fade, jade peeking through white. I embark
on the seasons final sail in hardening ice waters.
Til spring my sails will be folded, my raft in idleness.
Rafting on moon drenched river, avoiding cascades and crash of
rapids and falls. Silvered driftwood a warning. Silent glide of
mulberry oar through dark azure, another crafts sail in silhouette.
From the deck a black spectre dives below, stillness follows
splash, re-emergence, beak wrapped around a dazzling rainbow.
From my raft dangling lantern sways, trout swiping at
gathered moths – scatter and return, some from a far off realm.
Some trout in the net, others not. Luck or the way – who can tell?
Dusk colour gorge sheathed in
emerald blankets, rising into sheer
cliffs of auburn cinnabar, all
underpinned by the fathomless
flow of azure clarity. Grey herons
nest in pine top heights clear of dust.
On white sand shores gibbons howl
towards squawking beach gulls, squabble
over landlocked trout – debate without end.
Peach blossom petals swirl on spring breeze
over carpets of jade inter cut by king
fisher blue zipping over duckweed. Oriole
song weaves in and out of mulberry branches.
In these vast and vague waters –
coves, creeks and streams all one,
a river dragon lives an undetermined
existence. Dust stirs below, merely a
catfish airing grievances.
Red tail flares in dust,
my mulberry oar rows me back home.
Again, poems that inspired me (will be adding more tomorrow): http://skyraftwanderer.blogspot.com/2012/01/chinese-poetry-rivers.html
First picture found here: http://www.joyfulbrush.com/gallery9_landscapes2/9a_river_in_winter.html
Second picture found here: http://arts.cultural-china.com/en/77Arts6182.html
Third picture found here: http://www.art-virtue.com/painting/history/sung/sung.htm
The is a beautiful post! The art, then the poetry! The poetry is romantic poetry at its best, filled with original images and language that shakes you out of the everyday into a world that is dancing with “flame burst clouds,” “king
fisher blue zipping over duckweed,” and “mulberry oars.” Great imagination. Fun language. Good work.
I do like this style of poetry the best. The language used within it is quite beautiful and it does take you to places. Poets like Meng Hao-jan and Po Chu-I are masters and hopefully, one day, I’ll be even one tenth as good as they are.
And I’m working on the blogging award. I really do appreciate the honour, I’ve just been a little busy and for some reason, I ain’t the best at dealing with praise. But I’m working on that.
Compatible visual and textual composition. Look forward to more.
Thank you for the comment.
I have been trying hard lately to find the right pictures. It’s good see that pay off.
Loved this poem… was caught up in the imagery from beginning to end! Great job!
wow..beautiful words to go with the art..great texture and much enjoy the dreamy mood..the words seem to just flow across the page..not held by gravity
really wonderful descriptions through out this…the songs in teh mulberry, the river dragon…def some originality through out as well…thoroughly enjoyed…
The art that goes along really strenghens your words that much more, the descriptions were wonderful and the little snippets thrown in were great!
lovely… “a river dragon lives an undetermined existence,” just one of many lines i loved.
moon drenched rivers and duck covered gorges … my oh my what beautiful and melodic verses you gift us with! I LOVE!!!!!!!
Interesting diffuse, image-packed and rambling style–you do it originally and compellingly. Your last couplet, especially, is excellent.
This is a true work of art. The images and words blend wonderfully!
lovely poetry to match lovely art..
so much to like here..well done!
“duckweed carpets of August fade, “… nice
this is lovely, I agree with others that the pictures are a wonderful compliment to the words, but certainly don’t overshadow the beauty of the scene you’ve painted. I adore Autumn and natural scenes so this is a treat for me 🙂
I read this three times… It was full of such talent and ____ ? I can’t find the word… but it struck me deep enough to leave me a bit speechless.
fantastic use of color throughout! enjoyed it, thanks 🙂
This is a lovely set of impressions. Like Sheila, love the color and especially enjoyed the second piece about catching trout. My father used to fish for trout.
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