Found in Mendocino
by Kathleen Wilson
in the cove where ocean's loud
deep sound has made a hollow
there is another voice
delicate enticing ongoing
in its own time
it sings its own improvisation
it falls from the gray stone cliffs
with a sweetness that has grown
rich moss and a profusion of leafy vines
and unexpected blooms
amidst the crowd of dark wood forms that gather
one slight creature
sprung from its green nest
lifts its head listens and hears no oceans roar
but only one lightwatery voice
that has transformed this place
Author's Note: Published in "Prism", Spring 2oo6. vol 2 issue 3.
Posted on 10/13/2009
Copyright © 2017 Kathleen Wilson
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 10/13/09 at 07:14 PM|
Reminds me slightly of your "She" poem cycle. You and the shore/beach/ocean... must be like going home for you. Lovely as ever. Thanks.
|Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 10/13/09 at 08:23 PM|
That third stanza delights me. You create a presence without actually naming it - beautiful! Thank you.
|Posted by Jo Halliday on 10/20/09 at 07:09 AM|
This entices poems and poems from me ... how, how beautifully written!