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There was an unobstructed vantage point, Parton Brow, With harbour views leading the eye to Moresby Mount. Looking south, you could watch cormorants floating, Then crouch between steep cliffs and the shoreline. North of the Calder, the curve of the railway was almost virile, And left the railway tunnel to the beach, becoming undone. This was the way to procrastinate, lost in a white noise of being, Searching personal foundations for checks and balances. Connections come with time, possibly when my feet have given out Or my muse, to coin a phrase, has stopped her tantrums. For now, I forget about an urgency to write about the village, Watch it reveal itself, gentle surprises hidden around each corner.
16 thoughts on “Killing Time”
Love the phrase “becoming undone” Beautiful, Davy!
Thank you, Wynne, I am glad you enjoyed it.
Great poem, Davy! I love the line, “Or my muse, to coin a phrase, has stopped her tantrums.” I can so identify with that line – that’s just what my muse was playing at this morning, too. Muses can be dreadfully stubborn! I’m glad she came to her senses for you in the end 😊.
Thank you so much, Ellie. Writer’s block may not be such a bad thing. Chasing our muse seems to have some benefits, although I feel there is always some muse mischief around every writing corner.
Wow…”lost in a white noise of being”. Thank you, Davy! 😊
A pleasure, Victoria. Glad you enjoyed the poem and I appreciate your kind words.
Beautiful imagery…I do love cormorants and can picture them floating in your scene. It doesn’t seem like it was wasted time in the least. 🙂 Alicia
Thanks, Alicia. It is always nice to return to the place where I was born and sit on the harbour wall and watch the cormorants. Perhaps procrastination is something to be enjoyed.
Lovely poem. I could really see & feel the view. Sometimes procrastinating is a good way to spend a day.
Thank you, Diana. I am glad you enjoyed the poetry. You are right about procrastination. We should embrace it when it comes around.
I think all good poetry and storytelling starts with keen observations.
That is so true, Priscilla. I think the best poetry is the type which shines a different light on something, gives us a glimpse of something we didn’t see or had not considered. Thanks for your thoughts.
Lovely Davy. Sometimes it’s good just to stop and chill
Thanks, Brenda. You are right. I think that is something we should perhaps do more of. Thanks for your thoughts.
It’s best at times to simply let go, sit back and let the answers and inspiration step forward themselves. Love the description of the scenery. Wish you more such precious moments, Davy. 🙂
Thank you, for your kind words, Terveen. You are right, sometimes the best words are found when we are not looking for them. We just have to give them an opportunity to be found. Have a good weekend.