I toss my trusty cane into the sea,
drop to my knees and roll in the surf,
flop in the sand and read again with envy
these nostalgic lines from D.H Lawence:
The waning moon looks upward, this grey night
Sheers round the heavens in one smooth curve Of easy sailing. Odd red wicks serve
To show where the ships at sea move out of sight.
I manage to stand on ungainly legs,
confront the wind, wrapped in my purple mantilla,
and in a state of abulia, foregoing the will
to seek shelter in the scrabbled dunes,
ululate with the gulls.
Heavenly words...and my favourite place to be too...All those cobwebs blown clean away..Its just about the only place left we can ululate...
Best wishes, Diana...
Your word pictures possess so much clarity that I can easily plant myself within the frame and dance along with you and the gulls.Oh what a sight. Love it Gene. J'nia <> <
Your verses make me feel as though I too could ululate with the gulls. Well done, Gene. Love and peace to you,
Regis
Reviewed by Gianetta Ellis (Reader)
Reviewed on August 10, 2011
I love "confront the wind." The image you create here is so powerful and it pulls me in as if I were standing somewhere in the shadows along the shore silently cheering you on . . .
You paint a wonderful day on a windy beach, one of my favorite places to be in any kind of weather...how I miss the sea
love and peace dear friend, Carole~
"...ululate with the gulls..." has me struggling for words. Images are outstanding, but what sends me most is the way the poem
s o u n d s. Especially the last verse. All those delectable llllll's!!
... and from the crazy, topsy-turvy windswept beaches of my Dorset shores, you will hear my eager yodelling refrain, dear Gene! How I long for those ululating days when the winds are so fierce the sound is pretty much stopped in your mouth and yet you feel the adrenalin rush of the wild scream of ecstasy or relief. Bits of DH have this effect on me as well... gotta love his odd red wicks!! :)) xx
going to beach for 5 days, camping in camper no elect at nights, so the moonlight will be a welcome sight..
Good poetry here just in time for my beach get away.
Love those rolling ocean waves and all the things that go with it to enjoy.
The poet confronting the elements (life) with the bravado of youth, and the wisdom of experience, though challenged with an aging body. Your lament was heard by the trusty gulls. We all face a similar frustrations to one degree or another. Only the wiley and crafty poet knows the secret to victory. And at poet's end, he'll write again. Gene, this is a colorful expression filled with metaphors and superb writing my dear friend. I am entertained by your masterful rendering. I hope you are preparing another for sharing with us. I bid you love and pace.Jon Michael
This is
The Young Man and the Sea
by
Gene Williamson,
poet without the need for props
living the moment of living
and we, his readers, are wrapped
in the beauty and warmth of his fine words.
Your powerful words speak volumes and yet amuse at the same time! This is an exceptionally good write, Gene. Like fine wine, your words seem to improve with age. Thoroughly enjoyed this one!
Such soul-reaching words, whimsical but in a profound way, as you delve deeply into this numinous experience ~
Freshly quirky and pleasurable imagery!
Blessings,
Christine
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on July 20, 2011
I like your lines . . .
"confront the wind, wrapped in my purple mantilla,
and in a state of abulia, foregoing the will
to seek shelter in the scrabbled dunes,
ululate with the gulls."
I'd pay good money to see you wrapped in your purple mantilla while you ululate with the gulls...bet you are a sight on AC beach...you'd better keep that cane till you are more sure on your legs...Ed
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Best wishes, Diana...
Regis
love and peace dear friend, Carole~
Make that p e r f e c t.
"...ululate with the gulls..." has me struggling for words. Images are outstanding, but what sends me most is the way the poem
s o u n d s. Especially the last verse. All those delectable llllll's!!
Wonderful work. Just wonderful.
xOx Phyllis xOx
knowing a great poet expressed it!!
~Gene~
Thank you for taking me there!!!
Lady Vivian
Axilea
Good poetry here just in time for my beach get away.
Love those rolling ocean waves and all the things that go with it to enjoy.
Anna
The Young Man and the Sea
by
Gene Williamson,
poet without the need for props
living the moment of living
and we, his readers, are wrapped
in the beauty and warmth of his fine words.
John
Joy L. Hale
Peace
Tony
Freshly quirky and pleasurable imagery!
Blessings,
Christine
"confront the wind, wrapped in my purple mantilla,
and in a state of abulia, foregoing the will
to seek shelter in the scrabbled dunes,
ululate with the gulls."
better than D.H.'s.