Hugh Cobb

Rookie - 54 Points (29 January 1947 / New York, NY)

From A Window - Poem by Hugh Cobb

The window presents a view:
various shades of verdancy;
bright yellow green to deepest pines
& a thousand tones in between.
Landscape is softened by grey skies.
Delicate drops leak from clouds
to fall soft tears on new green earth.
Distant trees appear as through
a film of milk or mother of pearl
ground so thin it's transparent...

Two birds fly East towards encroaching dusk.
Seeking dry branches, they dip beneath
low hanging limbs & power lines
never pausing to light & roost.
Instead they fly hurriedly
moving out of sight into
the sheltering depths of an ancient oak
whose lichen covered bark is wintry white
& whose twisting branches are bearded
with spanish moss.

They sense the coming storm long
before the first lightning forks the sky
& thunder rolls through the fields.
Other creatures begin to run for cover
as wind picks up & rain intensifies.
Soon enough storm arrives
rain pelting along with hail
rattling on metal roofs bouncing,
chaotic as nature's cleansing.

All this I see from safe haven,
deep within concrete, brick & steel.
& though winds are spinning, raving,
my fortress walls are not caving
& though convenient light might fail
it too will be restored: grasses will
be greener for the drenching
& air will feel so clean
it is holy to inhale:
it’s taste, a sacrament on the tongue.

(Copyright 11 May 2006)


Comments about From A Window by Hugh Cobb

  • (6/8/2006 6:33:00 PM)


    That of course, should have read gently not gentlly. (Report) Reply

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  • (5/22/2006 12:23:00 PM)


    Grand. Calming. More - (pretty please) . (Report) Reply

  • (5/21/2006 6:27:00 PM)


    A pleasantly picturesque piece that tranquillises the reader (well it did for me) as it gentlly unfolds. And what a apropos last line. You pen these portraitures just as adroitly as your intellectually stimulating and mystical poems. Stellar work as per usual from you, Hugh. (Report) Reply

  • (5/21/2006 6:18:00 PM)


    A great poem from the beginning and throughout! ! The beautiful landscape and then tying it all together to the Spirit. (Report) Reply

  • (5/18/2006 10:54:00 PM)


    I thought tonight I would check to see if you had any new submissions, and golly Hugh, I landed on another treasure of yours. This poem offered me as a reader so many beautiful visuals. I love the way you played with your creativity and portrayed an exraordinary view that was more than a glimpse, it was an experience. This one surly will be enjoyed by many. Unique work Hugh. Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

  • (5/18/2006 4:33:00 PM)


    Vivid Hugh, very vivid. Another excellent piece that carries the reader along grandly. (Report) Reply

  • (5/13/2006 2:25:00 PM)


    Nice view Hugh, there is nothing like a good storm to clear the air. 10 from flowing as the wind blows, Tai (Report) Reply

  • (5/13/2006 8:27:00 AM)


    What a meaningful, potent ending to this excellent poem! I'm rather envious of those closing lines, as well as:

    '... into
    the sheltering depths of an ancient oak
    whose lichen covered bark is wintry white
    & whose twisting branches are bearded
    with spanish moss.'

    and i particularly heard the sound upon the roof, thanks to your vivid use of description.

    one of your finest offerings, Hugh (which is saying a lot since there are so many!)
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  • (5/12/2006 3:56:00 AM)


    And I'm watching it all with you, Hugh. Your poem is my window to this amazing scene of natural beauty.
    Love,
    Gina.
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  • (5/11/2006 3:39:00 PM)


    i like this very much!

    u.
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  • (5/11/2006 3:25:00 PM)


    Hugh, you rock! Another delicious treat stuffed with humanity.
    Hugs
    Anna xxx
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  • (5/11/2006 3:15:00 PM)


    Excellent from start to finish. I forget how many shades of green there are sometimes, and that animal sixth sense that makes them seek refuge, while some of us storm- chase. Give your window cleaner a big tip, this christmas.Danny (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 11, 2006

Poem Edited: Saturday, May 13, 2006


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