Night as an active agent of black "paddling the land" takes it out of that sense of night "falling" and once "fallen" well, there is nothing, it is dead, static. But the verb the poem makes use of makes the blackness move within us and around us once again, instilling its fear and mystery. Thank you for the fine poem.
October 21st, 2011 at 6:13 pm
Ah! see how the water catches the moonlight!
October 24th, 2011 at 12:06 pm
Night as an active agent of black "paddling the land" takes it out of that sense of night "falling" and once "fallen" well, there is nothing, it is dead, static. But the verb the poem makes use of makes the blackness move within us and around us once again, instilling its fear and mystery. Thank you for the fine poem.