Remembering the high flying

Remembering the high flying

A Poem by Ken Simm.
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A response

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Remember

when snow dust blows off the stark mountains light

when the geese are high on a frost filled night.

When a second small word brings you stinging back

prick eye, sharp and stumbling behind something, lack.


 

The press of the wonder is no more the need.

The has been and will be in first frittering feed

of a snow tree in winter, a full frantic hope

a sigh, in the distance, a whisper you coped.


 

If space equals distance with some let me lay

in the comfort that allowed the memories to stay

keep the will and the hope, let distance be flight

of the geese that are high on this frost mountains night.


 


© 2008 Ken Simm.



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I like the images of the geese, the movement of which suggests hope, and that of the 'snow tree' in winter and the notion of 'full frantic hope'. But hope for what? Are the geese words of hope flying back in some response, defying winter?

I enjoyed the two poems I have read and thinking about them more than the Future Memory piece. On balance I like the drama of this poem better than the Kit one as this one seems more personal with the high flying geese carrying a direct message to another.

Posted 8 Years Ago


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I like the images of the geese, the movement of which suggests hope, and that of the 'snow tree' in winter and the notion of 'full frantic hope'. But hope for what? Are the geese words of hope flying back in some response, defying winter?

I enjoyed the two poems I have read and thinking about them more than the Future Memory piece. On balance I like the drama of this poem better than the Kit one as this one seems more personal with the high flying geese carrying a direct message to another.

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Ohh .. this was like a song! Here you offer subtly reminiscent Scotland winter like always, marvelously sophisticated in its simplicity and thorougly modern poem, but old-fashioned perception. Delightful! Loved loved loved.

Posted 8 Years Ago


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makes me wonder about the question. . .

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Lovely. Enticing words here. Very thoughtful and emotionally charged. Thank you for sharing.
Light,
Siddartha


Posted 8 Years Ago


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Time together, time apart., time stands still for a brief moment. Strange how words can express only a shadow of felt emotion ... but, in this you've all but succeeded - if my interpretation is correct.

' The press of the wonder is no more the need. / The has been and will be in first frittering feed / of a snow tree in winter, a full frantic hope / a sigh, a distance, a whisper you coped. '

We all pray that the word is the word and, not an echo in infinity ..

Posted 8 Years Ago


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i see someone has invented the better muse trap...ed

Posted 8 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Le sjour de terre toujours depuis juste un moment plus, pour que le temps s'arrte et pendant un moment infini bref, les deux sera celui.

Posted 8 Years Ago


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Ken Simm.
Ken Simm.

Scotland, United Kingdom



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