Winter in Montrose

Winter in Montrose

A Poem by Jack...
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Thanks for the photo Sye.

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Winter in Montrose

 

White on gray this blustery realm of chilling torrent

Horizon’s blur in distant lines disappearing beyond all hope

Scattered stone on beaten shore waits patiently for the evening tides

Foamed illusions contrast with rough predictions

 

En mass the route curves, beckoning wayfarer decisions

Crushed dreams heave in sculling curls to the depths of darkness

Winds wreak havoc on unsuspecting bared skin

Along the edge of this oceans tempest offerings

 

Gun metal skies howl in violent wailing temptations

Dunes break on fervent watered sanctions

Casting off the crooked eye of pounded shorelines

As Montrose feels the swell of winter’s blowing sands

© 2014 Jack...


Author's Note

Jack...
My good friend Sye (Noodlehead) was visiting her aunt in Montrose and I asked her to send me some photos. She went for a walk on the beach and sent me this photo. She said it was cold, damp and the winds were very fierce that day. I decided to write a piece based on how this photo spoke to me...this is it. Thanks so much Sye for the photo.

Thank you for reading

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What an exquisite experience to read this. Fantastic. Such vivid descriptions, what masterful wording. Well done indeed. Enjoying your work thoroughly. Regards

Posted 10 Years Ago


Jack...

10 Years Ago

Than you so much
You captured the mood in the photo perfectly, Jack!

Posted 10 Years Ago


Jack...

10 Years Ago

Thanks so very much Rita.
This is perfect Jack ~ I knew you would be able to write something that blew me away. Everything about this is perfect. I loved it so much. It may have been cold and windy and horrific but I loved it and after getting this poem and reading it made that day a whole lot better.

Well done Jack!

Posted 10 Years Ago


Jack...

10 Years Ago

Thanks so much my friend. I am thrilled you enjoyed this. The photo was magical to me.
I love the vivid description. I especially like the last stanza. That is very strong. I feel as if I'm sitting on a rock at the scene, wrapped in a jacket, just absorbing my surroundings.
Very nice!
~Claire in VA

Posted 10 Years Ago


Jack...

10 Years Ago

Thanks so very much Claire. Bundle up, it's cold out there.
You captured the image perfectly...excellent piece! :) x

Posted 10 Years Ago


Jack...

10 Years Ago

Thanks so very much. A good friend sent me this photo.
The ferocity of Nature is excellently brought out in this outstanding poem.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Jack...

10 Years Ago

Thanks so very much Divya
Well done. It reminds me of when Japan got hit this was exactly what I experienced in Hawaii because they too became engulfed. Japan got most of the news as Hawaii islands got shut down. I remember watching the news that night and this is what we saw

Posted 10 Years Ago


Jack...

10 Years Ago

Thanks so much for stopping by today.
Coffee Vampier

10 Years Ago

You're welcome :)
Powerful and vividly told. GRAYT write jack, ha.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Jack...

10 Years Ago

Thank so dreary much my friend. :)
BlackRose

10 Years Ago

Your very un err welcome. :o)
You pen'd the dreariness of this one to so aptly, I actually love days like this by the sea. I really like that last stanza...

Gun metal skies howl in violent wailing temptations

A perfect description Jack...

Where is our wee noodlebumble today by the way?..........

Posted 10 Years Ago


Jack...

10 Years Ago

Thanks so very much Frieda. I haven't heard from her all day. Maybe she is down at the beach fightin.. read more
I don't even like to think about this. I don't want the gray skies here to "howl in violent wailing temptations..." And as for "winter's blowing sands..." that almost hurts.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Jack...

10 Years Ago

I'm sure it does Marie. Thanks so much.

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Not much to tell about me, I am just Jack, I am a poet, a writer, a musician, a painter, a builder and a dreamer. I live in south Texas but am originally from New Jersey and miss it more and more all .. more..

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