Janice Windle


(italian Collection) .... November In Praiano - Poem by Janice Windle

Sea
Silvered steel.
Horizon bright
below the fitful sun.
Far away
a narrow line of land,
blue-grey,
sky-coloured, sea-coloured,
beyond the drifting ripples of the puckered water.

Cliff
near at hand
pitted, hollowed, sands against the sea.
Rocky claws embedded in the deep,
white-foam-washed, sculpted
by time, the winds and waves,
stands softened by November's hazy air, seemingly asleep.


Comments about (italian Collection) .... November In Praiano by Janice Windle

  • (11/13/2007 4:22:00 AM)


    It has all been said... I'll second Helen. t x (Report) Reply

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  • (11/13/2007 4:02:00 AM)


    Italy holds such romance for me and you brought this so clearly to life in this poem. Again you've bowled me over. Sublime poetry.... HG: -) xx (Report) Reply

  • (11/8/2007 5:23:00 PM)


    The sea - silvered steel! How true. I can see the whole of this scene in my mind's eye. Another delightful read. Thank you, Jan.

    Love, Fran xxx
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  • (11/1/2007 1:55:00 PM)


    Ah, a scenic view with interesting twists. Starts off so hard (steel) and unsettled (fitful sun) . Then sweetens into drifting ripples and a suggestive puckered water.
    This rises with good contrast with the cliff, sands against, rocky claws and ending with the softened hazy air, asleep but this is not the end, a hint that something else might happen (seemingly asleep) . An artist does not paint a photo but speaks a language. Well done.
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  • (11/1/2007 1:46:00 PM)


    Its not a poem but a picture I could see... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, November 1, 2007

Poem Edited: Thursday, April 21, 2011


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