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The Scene

Published by broussardlana on September 8, 2016

Let’s write a dim, pastoral scene
at the edge of a cliff
far from
a city of swans
then perhaps,
relive the scene
from its origin
and not hide
in half-sewn shadows
but let the scene play out
as it should
with the smell of pine trees
and the pulse of poetry
where lamps will
not light the way
instead, we must
descend steps in darkness
feeling for them
in open air
one by one
beyond the cusp
where fact and fiction blend
on a day born of sultry skies
and misty reality
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46 Comments

  2. Just Joan Just Joan

    I love the effortless blending of the real and the surreal in this, feeling for the steps in the dark struck a chord with me. 馃檪

    # September 8, 2016
  9. Annika Perry Annika Perry

    Lana, this is a delight with a play about the blending of fact and fiction…lovely fall and lift to the poem, beautiful and lyrical. May we all experience that ‘pulse of poetry’ in our creative lives! 馃榾

    # September 9, 2016
  10. Debbie Debbie

    With me, feeling for steps and going down them in darkness is a recipe for disaster, ha! Beautiful piece, my friend!

    # September 9, 2016
      • reocochran reocochran

        Well, as recently I discovered in my own life: our “wells” of resources may come up dry, for various reasons. I have been happily dating someone who has been special, kind, warm and intelligent. For some reason we developed a symbiotic (yet not healthy) relationship where his daily rants or complaints across in texts to me. So hard to be original, positive and resilient, so I had to ask him to lean on others to listen from time to time. . . Of course, work drains another part of my “well!” I am not comparing my non-writing posts to your craft of writing. 馃榾

        # September 11, 2016
        • L. T. Garvin, Author L. T. Garvin, Author

          Robin, I think we all draw from that well in our writing craft. You are also a gifted and compassionate writer. Oh, the things that drain us…I’m amazed I can write my name sometimes. I’m back to teaching and care giving for my 85 year old mom. I don’t know why some men have to vent like that. My former spouse decimated me emotionally, I finally had to end it. It has been very different and difficult for me financially, but at least in the clarity of mind department, I’m better off. Hugs, xo.

          # September 11, 2016
  18. arjun_shivaram arjun_shivaram

    Now I feel like I want to live your words… the image they promise is bliss 馃檪 Great writing, Author! Thank you for stopping by my blog and bringing me here.

    # September 18, 2016

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