Scenario for a Short Film
Storm clouds part
As skiffs and scows
Ply their trade
Dotting this northern port
As skiffs and scows
Ply their trade
Dotting this northern port
Messengers, sailing
Shore to shore
Through veils of mist
Sometimes appear
Shore to shore
Through veils of mist
Sometimes appear
A piano is moved
To a house on the hill
And played by four hands
Who know it well
To a house on the hill
And played by four hands
Who know it well
Chords of harmony float
To weathered docks below
Where old men tend the ships
That carry their hearts
To weathered docks below
Where old men tend the ships
That carry their hearts
Sweet berries ripen
In the brambled thickets
Of the hidden
And sheltered coves
In the brambled thickets
Of the hidden
And sheltered coves
While some wait there
And understand
The things that drift in
From open waters beyond
And understand
The things that drift in
From open waters beyond
Nightfall reveals
Sistine constellation
Of outstretched fingers
Almost touching and
Sistine constellation
Of outstretched fingers
Almost touching and
Those who watch the sky
Shake their heads, for
This is not the season
For these stars
- Ralph Murre 2005
Shake their heads, for
This is not the season
For these stars
- Ralph Murre 2005
3 comments:
Beautiful. I find the last stanza the most meaningful for me.
Sara, from Poets Who Blog
Beautiful, really just beautiful.
Very inspiring. I especially like this one, I truly felt like I was in the film, Very good to read your poetry, Grandpa lent me his copy of Psalms. I'm looking forward to reading it this weekend, Josh, Green Bay.
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