Image; Visual- what one sees.
Through the mirrored sky I plunge
my weight meets clouds that oscillate
now caused to dance
the sandy bottom of the sea
full rippled with reflections as I glance
before the world becomes opaque
weeds sway in hair-like waves
their colours melding blurred
I see small snails slowly move on rocks
anemones bright like flowers
what visions when the water's ours.
Image: Olfactory- what one smells
Pungent odours filled my nose
the brackish waters slowly rose
and fell with stinking flotsam jetsam
gathered from the rubbish dumped by man
their putrid flavours blended
by the murky waters of the polluted river Kann
that plucks up even offal from the slaughter house
the school its cast out dinners
the sump oil from the garage there nearby
the rotting black remains of stagnant ponds
that leek into the effluence
flow along like dirty patterns
sometimes left on snow
black motorway snow
beside the little heaps of faeces
by the hedge all adding to the stench.
Images: Kinetic the forms of motion
Torn blown buffeted about
the ancient ship its sails
all flapping in the hurricane
the fearful rocking gainst the pier
the flags in frenzy spinning on the mast
which points at heaven accusingly
and stirs the clouds
disintegrating blurred
wall-like waves grow taller
crash the bows, wash clear the decks
all objects there take flight
in whirling waters howling winds
twisting thermals blasts and gusts
buffeting each unleashed thing in sight
the might of nature when in flight.
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Dear Ann,
I must admit your olfactory poem was a bit upsetting and scared and saddened me. That's how good it is! And you sample of Kenetic put me in awe!
in whirling waters howling winds
twisting thermals blasts and gusts
buffeting each unleashed thing in sight
the might of nature when in flight.
always, Cat
Thank you faithful Cat, sorry
Thank you faithful Cat, sorry about the 'offalness' of that,
I should have done one about the pine needles
and the Autumn leaves rising from beneath the snow,
their sweet smell pungency always gives me a thrill.
Every time I visit a shop with flowers for sale I revel in ยจ
the perfumes, I go to the flowers and smell them,
now it is the new primroses, they are mostly primula,
only the pale yellow one's are like the wild ones in GB.
They are also almost always the only ones to give a perfume at all.
And the daffodils ah theirs is a particular perfume,
not to mention the lilac, when that flowers, Oslo
is FULL of bushes, and the whole town turns lilac,
the number makes the streets perfumed, wonderful.
"In lilac time" lilac love to you Cat and Thank you, Ann.
Dearest Ann,
I love Lilacs!!! My favorite spring flower! We now have our very own busy in our front yard, planted last year. Thank you!!!
always, Cat
Hi Anne
Each type was pedominated by the imagery by which it was called but each also was strewn with other types imagery which served to reinforce the predominate one.........stan PS almost impossible to write well using just one type imagery lol
Thank you for your reply stan
Thank you for your reply stan, you have truly made us all think 'imagery' and that surely will have enriched our minds as regards poetry we continue to write; your idea of a workshop on that was brilliant, and as you see caused great response. Perhaps a less dry subject than some others, but it takes all sorts.
Thank yo again for all, Ann.