Escape to Montawk by Julie AdamsIn my mindtravels
I look out and see nothing concrete
only a thicket of trees
beyond the gaping window,
and I am calm
in it's faded wood frame, the barn
turned retreat at the end of the island
faces toward the open sea,
possibility resides there, quietly
in the orchard shade
between apple leaves and surf spray
there is a kindred spirit felt, it lingers
amongst the trees, much like waves at sea
an energy pulls these artists together
these gently wafting willow branches
and each dangles their arms back to the earth
wind to leaves
stars to night
words to mind
pen to page
come the dawn, like birth
writers retreat
to where the mind is free
to roam, feel the sea foam under toes,
wander into the velvet blue unknown,
let it seep in below the skinthe world,
this super muse
a spinning wheel of moulding clay,
the air oxygen-heavy with potential,
let it breathe in my poetry,
sure as moonblood runs blue
below the porcelain seal of my skin
come the right time, the right word
I too will exhale my poetry,
my homage to such a pilgrimage
in true poetic fantasy and faith,
where the seen and unseen merge
like sea and sky
like in the forest, words fall silently
on the page, a humble process of sacrifice,
the poem a reverent chant,
words sing like church bells heard
in the chapel of treetops, an earthsong
soaring on eagle winds, like sands from desert lands
amazing, the wind tales found here
waiting, like pollen
while we, the bees, the masses,
find excuses, time, ourselves
always somehow otherwise distracted
from the bounty that surrounds
01/06/2009 Author's Note: In Montawk, at the very end of Long Island, NY is a writer's retreat, which I read about in P&W...never been out there, but it captured my imagination and they ran away together in this poem...
(wtg workshop with Jon)
Posted on 01/07/2009 Copyright © 2024 Julie Adams
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 01/07/09 at 01:10 AM I'm not a fan of the concept, but even I have to admit you make it sound good. Very nice work. |
Posted by Nanette Bellman on 01/07/09 at 04:21 AM you make this place sound magical jewels. |
Posted by Lacy D Phillips on 01/07/09 at 05:26 AM The fourth stanza, though simple, is lovely. |
Posted by Sarah Wolf on 01/07/09 at 01:33 PM I also favor the fourth stanza. The end is exceptional as well. Feels like guided imagery almost. Well done :) |
Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 01/10/09 at 05:21 PM I enjoyed this very much. I am curious to know what you write if you were there - would the imagination exceed the reality of the experience. I suspect you have captured its essence with your own excellent creativity. |
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