Tuesday, September 26, 2006

Thunder Bay
By Don Iannone

North of Superior--
a quixotic place called Thunder Bay,
where Native spirits roam restless
throughout the night, that lasts longer
than the longest day.
Deep still water,
without bottom, goes untouched
like fresh wild berries spoiled
by the early snow,
drifting away like mysteries exposed
to the piercing white light
of early afternoon sun
on waveless gray-blue water.
The truth appears,
like wind on water,
then dives deep inside me.
Forever I am changed.

11 comments:

M. Shahin said...

I think this is your best poem yet Don!

This really moved me.

Eloquent: "a quixotic place called Thunder Bay,
where Native spirits roam restless
throughout the night, that lasts longer
than the longest day."

"The truth appears,
like wind on water,
then dives deep inside me.
Forever I am changed."

Very nice :-)

Pat Paulk said...

Thunder Bay in Canada? It is an interesting/quixotic place. Great poem!!

dumbdodi said...

Lasts longer than the longest day....
Truth appears like wind on water....BEST LINE
Beautiful poem Don

gautami tripathy said...

You poetry never fails to move me!

samuru999 said...

Just beautiful Don!

Dan said...

Yep!

Don Iannone said...

Thank you everyone for your most kind comments. Glad you enjoyed the poem--inspired by a recent visit to Thunder Bay, Canada, which is beginning to show its fall colors.

polona said...

i love this one, don!
The truth appears,
like wind on water

great lines!

serenity said...

Don,
No matter the subject, your poetry moves me to "feel" every single line. Thank you for continuing to let the gift flow through you even through your busy times.

Blessings of peace, joy and Love!

J. Andrew Lockhart said...

How vivid! wonderful--

Don Iannone said...

Thanks all for your comments. Much appreciated. Best wishes to everyone.

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