Boundless and empty to townsfolk, South Mountain peaks.
But here immortals dance among indomitable pines.
Above the sun blue herons fly into paper folded clouds
– azure heaven change – clouds the body, clouds the wings.
Sonorous bird songs radiant clarity – makes mountain forests sing.
Wing beats move the clouds, red dust clears from rivers
and peaks. Streams of ochre flood forests and fields,
canyons and gorges, jades and emeralds rise.
Scattered petals on crystalline swells – night slowly lengthens –
coldness wanders by but I believe I will linger here, a little longer.
Picture found here: http://www.arthistoryarchive.com/arthistory/asian/Chinese-Landscape-Painting.html
Should be the final time I revisit this.
The poem sets a lovely mood-I especially like coldness wandering by. K.
Think that line went through four or five changes so to see it singled out is a good feeling.
i might allow myself to linger on a bit as well…it sounds rather peaceful to me…
By all means do so. Even if for a moment.
“Sonorous bird songs” is stunning! 🙂
On occasion I get a line good. Sometimes.
I see that this is a different passage (perhaps literally and figuratively).
I wonder what blue herons are a sign of, if nothing yet what would you make it? A beast of fortune or misfortune.
A different passage maybe. Or just a lack of satisfaction. I’ve got another draft of this. I had trouble letting it rest.
Being honest, I just like Altaria that much. Being honest, the herons are what you want them to be.