Fleswick Bay Comments
Light breeze upon my face,
I feel your gentle touch,
And now the dark clouds part
With the soprano of sunlight,
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Beautiful poetic expression, vividly expressed with great metaphors! I very much enjoyed reading this poem!
Well, if you're going to write lines like the following, I guess you'll just have to put up with people jumping up and down and wanting more and more and more of this gorgeous wordage- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - ] And now the dark clouds part With the soprano of sunlight,
Thank you, Susan. I see you like Daniel Brick. He's a very fine poet. I'll read some of your poems tomorrow. It's sleepy bye time over here in little old England! I guess it's tea time over there in the States. I'll be in touch tomorrow when I've read some of your poems. Have a nice evening Tom Billsborough
THE SOPRANO OF SUNLIGHT is a wonderful metaphor! But essentially your poem is a marriage of poetry and painting. As I read the words they recede from language and become color fields, designs, lines and a painting forms in my mind. I can see it as clearly as I see the words on the screen. // You also invoke that Ideal Other in the poem: her gentle touch in the first lines, her oval face in the last and I am wondering if that is the Moon watching over your life?
Dear Daniel, My brother is a professional landscape painter, a talent I didn't inherit, but I love colour and a sense of shape. The opening line and the ending are actually allusions to a scrap of a poem from the Provencal troubladour, Foulquet of Marseilles. The lines in Provencal are as follows: Ligur aoide Si n'ous vei, dompna don't plus mi cal Negus vezur mon bel pensar no val... Ezra Pound translated this as Light breeze... and if I see you not no sight is worth the beauty of my thought. Though it is not necessarily the Moon, yours is a valid interpretation. I was thinking in terms of a guiding Goddess. I wonder if Foulquet sang this song to all the ladies? The last line is so memorable. Mind you Dante put the poet into il tierzo cielo in the Paradiso, so perhaps he was a good boy after all. Many regards Tom Billsborough
These carved ripples on sandstone Slabs which line the shore, Below the red cliffs Which joyously stride out To paddle in the sea! crimson poppies singing....... my soul. great poem. enjoyed reading it. thank you. tony
Dear Tony, Thank you for your kind comments. I posted a photo of Fleswick Bay, which is on the Cumbrian shore of North West England, but I'm not sure it logged in! I am a great admirer of your verse, which reveal a great depth of feeling. Regards Tom Billsborough
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8/7/2025 5:16:24 PM # 1.0.0
i like this poem very much, you have an amazing writing style :)