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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

10/12/2009

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!

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