Gershon Wolf Poet Rhyme

Silent Shoreline, Ocean Deep

The panorama's full-blown dreary
   My legs and feet uncommon weary
Birds unseen, private counsel keep
   Silent shoreline, ocean deep

My eyes espy a mallard duck forlorn
   bobbing up and down on white-capped waves
His summer friends and feathers winter-shorn
   Would the icy water prove his grave?

Hark! On far horizon a ray of yellow shines
   O, would the friendly sun return in time
To lift the hearts of mallard duck, and me
   'fore daylight plunges back into the sea

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Caren Krutsinger February 5, 2020 at 5:36 PM Your imagery is beautifully done; and mallards are the pretties ducks if they are males. Gershon Wolf February 5, 2020 at 10:27 PM Thanks for the nice compliment, Caren. It was just 'ducky!' (Groan). ~ Spare the tomatoes, please. Eggs accepted right in the mouth

Jenish Somadas January 30, 2020 at 2:06 AM Wonderful imagery and the lines are beautiful.. To lift the hearts of mallard duck, and me.. a pleasant hopeful ending.. Gershon Wolf January 30, 2020 at 12:51 PM Thank you so much for the lovely comment. You are too kind my friend. Best wishes, Gershon

Geoffrey Brewer January 29, 2020 at 8:08 PM A wonderfully atmospheric poem, Gershon, with a touching reference to the Mallard that gives it poignancy. Just one small point: shouldn’t “Hark” (an aural imperative) be: “Look”, “See”, or even: “Mark” (for the visual). Sorry to be picky. Gershon Wolf January 29, 2020 at 8:44 PM Thank you, Geoffrey. You are 100% right, of course... And yet, I'm staying with 'Hark,' which seems to flow so much better, using 'poetic license' as an outrageously egregious excuse! Thanks again, my poetic friend! You caught me red-handed and a bit red-faced. (I am a redhead to boot!) Best always, Gershon

Sandra Adams January 29, 2020 at 11:07 AM into each light a little darkness must fall... love the imagery in this one...i miss the sun too... who stole it is my question... good write Gershon... enjoyed the read :) hugs Sandra Adams January 29, 2020 at 4:47 PM go for it Gershon... can't wait to see where the title takes you :) hugs Gershon Wolf January 29, 2020 at 12:12 PM 'Who stole the sun' sounds like a great title/theme for a poem. You've got first crack at it... Thank you so much for your kind words. Appreciate all of your support, Sandra. Warmest wishes, Gershon

Tom Cunningham January 29, 2020 at 5:55 AM Love the imagery Gershon. Tom Gershon Wolf January 29, 2020 at 9:22 AM Thank you for telling me what you like about the poem, Tom. Best wishes, Gershon

Lindsay Laurie January 28, 2020 at 11:37 PM Hello Gershon … the weather can lift our spirits or depress us. Very nice verse Gershon - Lindsay Gershon Wolf January 29, 2020 at 9:20 AM Thanks for the comment and the observation, Lindsay. Hope the weather is sunny, but not hot, 'down' your way. Best wishes, Gershon

Evelyn Judy Buehler January 28, 2020 at 11:02 PM Gershon, your poem speaks eloquently to feelings of sadness and loneliness, and the rays of sunshine that often lifts the spirits. I really love the last verse. This is going in my faves. Best wishes, Evelyn Gershon Wolf January 29, 2020 at 9:19 AM Thank you so much, Evelyn! FAVES are always an honor for me, esp. when coming from a poet as eloquent as you. Deeply appreciated. Have a wonderful Wednesday! Warm wishes, Gershon