The world is a beautiful place
here by the California cliffs.
Gulls wheel and dip like Divine confetti
and, if the season is right, you might see whales.
The world is a beautiful place
when there is a kind kiss from familiar lips.
Or, a blue and orange silk scarf falling
like an after-image behind you, if you fail.
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for this.
In the radiance of the nature and the fullness of life, the world is indeed a beautiful place. Wonderful closing lines in particular. Such a compact heart-warming poem.
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So lovely, the colourful scarf, falling behind.......
ReplyDeleteA poem about suicide...the falling of that scarf...the last thing one sees before that long goodbye
ReplyDeleteThis is how I read it as well, though it could go another way.
DeleteI love the notion of gulls wheeling and dipping like Divine confetti!
ReplyDeleteand now, the comment box appears. I am stupid, it turns out... sorry..
ReplyDeleteBig Sur was the place of my first job, summer, aged 14 - slept in a camper with no electricity during the week, cleaning the campground at Ventana, bus home to Pacific Grove on the weekends for laundry and hot water. One of my coworkers fell down a hill one night, stumbling home post drinking / magic mushrooms, it was said, breaking his face and leg. Where we fail, it's often too dark to see anything trail behind us. ~
The world is truly a beautiful place till one Fails. A wonderful contrast of 'Divine confetti' and 'after-image'!
ReplyDeleteI love the visual of "a blue and orange silk scarf falling". I simultaneously had the image of the evening sky and some sort of watery mixture. Very beautiful.
ReplyDeleteI always thought that that must be the sanest that one could ever feel.
ReplyDelete"Gulls wheel and dip like Divine confetti . . ." Wow! And the scarf falling may be confetti, too. That part is sad.
ReplyDeleteA remarkable mood piece.
ReplyDeleteA remarkable mood piece indeed.
ReplyDeleteAnd the scarf, a strange beauty, an image in slow motion...when we fall.
Anna :o]