The dock at the lake
home of grandparents
was my summer hangout
Monument of sturdy
simplicity
fir one-by-four planks
nailed to two-by-four
stud framing
with number eight nails
anchored on
galvanized steel pipes
fifty-feet from my
bedroom window it would
hide in morning fog
refract moonbeams on
cloudless nights
lull me to sleep
clapped by gentle waves
in harmony with
deepening hush of
the Northwoods on a
summer’s night
painted blueish-gray
sometimes at dusk it would
dissolve into the water
just as it all dissolved
into me
– Mark L. Lucker
© 2019
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This is a cracker of a poem.
Tight taut lines with achingly soft images. Great stuff. Love how the beginning rigid 2×4 practical stuff of its construction fades off into whimsy & dreamlike images
sometimes at dusk it would
dissolve into the water — is a killer image. So much so I’d recommend splitting the painted blueish-gray line off & leaving it with the steel pipes
& ending the poem with these two:
sometimes at dusk it would
dissolve into the water
Oh what a final image … beautiful
Good feedback – thanks. Still playing with this one. Probably a few more drafts o get it right.