Liminal

Liminal

wet autumn light
soaks the pewter lane
which bridges a moment
of time flowing between
two main streets as a leaf
falls like the stroke
of a clock

 

Julian O’Dea 

3 responses to this post.

  1. Posted by Roman Lance on April 26, 2018 at 8:34 am

    Pleasant imagery. I see a moonlit night shining upon a dark road illuminating a moment in time just as the leaves and dew drops fall from the fauna and strike the ground.

    Was I close.

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    • Posted by Julian O'Dea on April 26, 2018 at 9:30 am

      It was during the morning actually. But I am glad you found the short poem evocative.

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      • Posted by Roman Lance on April 26, 2018 at 12:54 pm

        I was thinking, momentarily, that it was early morning but then I thought the word “pewter” was meant to illustrate a silver like ambiance. So I went with that.

        I see morning light as copper-ish. Streaked with hue’s of coppery red and green. That could be because I live in the country with lots of trees and grass right outside my window. So that when the morning light filters through it takes on many different earthy colors. If that make’s sense.

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