Tuesday, March 21, 2006

When Dawn Spread Out Her Fingertips Of Rose Comments

Rating: 5.0

When Dawn spread out her fingertips of rose,
we went down to the sea, and there in the shallows,
in a protected place, you lay on your back in the brine,
gently buffeted by the incoming tide as I carefully upheld you
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William Jackson
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*Trusting You* 29 November 2008

Dee is right you are extremely talented... I saw so many pics in my head I had to read it twice... oh man... your good. good job. *Purkey Girl*

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Dee Daffodil 06 August 2006

Wowza...you are extremely talented I think...talk about leading the reader's imagination (or perhaps it was just my own...*blush*) Well done...love your poetry! Hugs, Dee

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Pia Andersson 05 August 2006

Oh...what a beautiful love poem this is...I can see it all..so many pictures given to us..trust love and faith...what can you say when a poem has got everything?

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K. Jared Hosein 21 March 2006

A piece that exhibits a viscous and visceral poignance, splendid and lovely in its vivid, brilliant imagery and its personification of the atmosphere - a main unspoken role in this piece, in my opinion. Passionate and powerful in its saccharine storytelling, an excellent read. - K.

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Patricia Gale 21 March 2006

A very loving and tender write.So protective over the one you held. Patricia

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William Jackson 21 March 2006

Julia Klimenova (3/21/2006 1: 07: 00 AM) This poem is so tender, caring, protective. I felt I could trust such a teacher (for I can't swim either) . A perfect (though imagined) moment, more real than reality.

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William Jackson 21 March 2006

RESUBMISSION: This poem is pure fantasy. The event never happened. However, I must tell you that the first line comes from 'The Iliad of Homer', specifically line 446. When I read this line in the Iliad yesterday, I knew I had to use it in a poem of my own, and it knocked around in the back of my head until now. I could not figure out how I was going to use it and just started to write it down, and then the rest of the poem began to flow. I had originally thought I would write about setting sail in a ship, but earlier this afternoon I spoke with a friend and found out that she had never learned how to swim. This evidently became the spring-board for the essential idea of the poem.

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William Jackson

William Jackson

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