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Post by Ivan Carswell on Sept 4, 2011 3:46:12 GMT -5
even subtle hints were vague no question asked of penchant ever made pretence suggest what to construe
kept a silence civil on the way respecting that intrigue was true intent – reacted peaceably to guessing games
then we turned towards the sea – the cue that sprang to mind a midday harbour cruise, at least it was a scent
parked at Humpybong, no jest, that was the car-park’s name, walked through work surrounded scaffolding towards the beach
parade and pier reflecting where modernity has taken stance in Redcliffe’s planned for new- age renaissance
and there was told we’re here for watching whales; I never guessed, cetacean beings blessed at sea with grace and charm
swam with whales in ages past surfed in waves they rode with ease was pleased to share the space they freely gave
be a pleasure being near again I praised, the buoyant water bears their massive bulk with sheer amaze
sipped our coffees well imbued awaiting guests to start the cruise; then doubt consumed the mood for no-one came
they soon explained by phone we’d been advised – although we didn’t read the boat’s repair demise or stay at home
thus it was a true surprise! © 2 September 2011, I. D. Carswell
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Post by Don Schaeffer on Sept 4, 2011 8:30:30 GMT -5
Disappointment, near misses, and aging. Be well Ivan. Good piece.
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Post by Dunstan Attard on Sept 5, 2011 9:16:35 GMT -5
so much about this poem that strikes a cord...beat, mood, metaphor, body...
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Post by Ivan Carswell on Sept 5, 2011 14:03:26 GMT -5
Thanks Don and Dunstan. I will get to watch whales - but will have to wait two further weeks!
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Post by leecrowell on Sept 13, 2011 21:28:09 GMT -5
'The best laid plans of mice and men...' well let's just say it didn't happen at that moment. I found much humor here Ivan. Thanks for sharing.
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