dedicated to we and sunday evenings
we ate english pancakes
with granulated sugar
and extracted lemon juice
from a plastic lemon-shaped bottle
on fine china,
with the good silver
sitting just beyond
the blaze of the fire
watching the belly of the swamp
rise and fall
in the wake
of passing canoes.
9 comments:
The belly of the swamp rising and falling. Nice image.
Books with pretty covers - are there any other kind?
i enjoy a p.k. dick novel regularly. have been reading doctor who novels (you can call me a geek if you want to). the key part to the pretty covers is the poetry behind them. i read theory - woo! enjoy a short story any day (not enough publishers put out great collections of short stories, though, i highly recommend Jesus' Son. am also still reading KoolAids (yeah, still).
thanks for stopping by roger ^_^
What a lovely and complete moment. The description of the swelling water in dead on. I can see it.
thanks ozy ^_^
I love the calmness of a relaxing sunday evening that this makes me feel. It reminds me of reminiscing on a sunday evening with a loved one about the fun weekend that is passing, instead of worrying about the monday and subsequent work week that is to come.
and that, mike, is exactly how it felt. i'm so pleased it transpired in the poem too.
wooohoo weta has a complete PK Dick collection (apart from a cpuple of non scifi ones), just waiting for a scanner darkly to open here...
Cheers
Glenn
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have nothing like a full collection of pk dick, myself.
hmmn, for fun let's see which ones i can remember having read...
a scanner darkly was the first and still my favorite
confessions of a crap artist
mr bloodmoney (or is it dr?)
clans of the alpane moon
do androids dream of electric sheep
and i have a copy of time out of joint around somewhere... haven't read it yet though.
i think that's all of them.
mr/dr bloodmoney was particularly enjoyable. i read that and geek love within a few months of one another, there was an undeniable limb-less theme...
fnjyolag
Yes, this is a gentle tribute to feeling pure togetherness and enjoying Sunday evening. There's always been something about Sunday evenings that brings on anxiety (in prep for saying "Hello, Monday).
My mind's eye took delight in seeing "watching the belly of the swamp rise and fall..."...le sigh, Katy.
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