| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Joe Cramer on 10/04/10 at 09:01 PM ... brilliant! |
| Posted by Jason Wardell on 10/05/10 at 12:32 AM I love that song, that book, that region, this poem. I especially like the stanza starting "we are sun-kissed lips" and it closes so wonderfully. Oh, to be driving to anywhere from anywhere. |
| Posted by Anita Mac on 10/05/10 at 10:44 AM The rest never seems to matter when something new sparks. There's something inherently lovely going on here... I love second to last stanza in particular. |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 10/05/10 at 12:21 PM A great write lady. One of your best. Although I've been to California, I've never made it to Big Sur. Robinson Jeffers grew up there and is one of my favorite poets. Well done! |
| Posted by Laurie Blum on 10/05/10 at 07:06 PM The title drew me to this fine poem and it didn't disappoint. I love the longing in this piece, not only for each other, but for the beauty of nature too. Sigh... a perfect moment in time. Beautifully written Ava! |
| Posted by V. Blake on 10/05/10 at 11:12 PM "we are sun-kissed lips
and faerie wings for eyes
as we gnaw on our fingertips
to keep from touching." Stunning. Really. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 10/06/10 at 12:45 AM I enjoyed the build-up in this and loved the "sun-kissed lips" stanza and the "February morning" stanza. Great write. Thank you. |
| Posted by Steve Michaels on 10/09/10 at 03:03 PM "we are sun-kissed lips
and faerie wings for eyes
as we gnaw on our fingertips
to keep from touching"
Dazzling and wonderful! |
| Posted by Nadia Gilbert Kent on 12/17/10 at 09:17 PM Definitely captures something sweet and simple about that area. I like. |
| Posted by JJ Johnson on 04/10/11 at 07:52 PM This is about as erotic as it gets without being explicit. The imagery is spectacular and instigates my mind to go places with someone who shares my heart. The song adds some mystique to the poem. How much is real, from a memory, or all inspired by the music. I have yet again been introduced to another piece of artistry by you. The acoustic guitars are remanicent of David Gilmour's playing on Wish You Were Here, which is interesting in itself. This poem has me wanting to move back to California to watch the sunset over the ocean. jj |
| Posted by Scott Utley on 02/20/12 at 06:20 PM Ava - I had to log on after reading Big Sur. This work is momentous - I lived those moments as you guided me down Highway 101 - I too have traveled that stunning road - on my way to Eselen - I think this piece is pure genius in it's most essential expression ... |
| Posted by Richard Vince on 11/14/20 at 04:58 PM this is incredible. beautiful and evocative. "her name is the falling snow on a February morning / and your hands are a carved pumpkin glowing on an October night" is just fabulous - i wish i had the imagination to write like that. wonderful stuff. (by the way, the video linked in the Author's Note is no longer available.) |
