Loch Lomond, Scotland
62Living Lake: Loch Lomond:
Beautiful Scotland
Ardlui Marina
A Poem
I wanted to write something that would blend perfectly with February but I didn't come close to what I would have wanted to write. The poem below is something that may come close to the deeper meaning of Valentine's Day, though not following its stated rhythm. It will still blend though being February's contrapuntal flow and certainly a part of life's whole.
Loch Lomond, Scotland
March 2002
Leaves that have shed off skin
like memory returning to paper
to wood and then to fire
send smokes that return
to the weight of words
never spoken on a night long gone.
One twilight in early spring
I was a ghost
left by a rain of leaves
retracing the daffodils
from Glasgow to Ardlui Marina.
I felt I scooped the entire lake
and poured it into a goblet
while I celebrated the gift of water
and of sunsets
that launched a fleet of paper boats.
Cathedrals and castles,
streams, wild flowers,
the gentle Scottish accent –
all in a flash
like the last line of a song
drowning in the goblet
in my hand.
Copyright ©2004 Francia C. Clavecillas Loch Lomond, Scotland
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'One twilight in early spring
I was a ghost
left by a rain of leaves'
Lovely words Francia. Reminds me of my visits to those majestic hills and vast, still lochs.
Great poem, thoughtful and evocative. Cool!
Elena, I always feel honored when you leave a comment on my page! Thanks.
Amanda, it's affirming to know that you appreciate my poem. I saw those hills too. And the awe-inspiring Loch! Thanks!
Nice of you Teresa, to leave a generous comment. Lovers of poetry are a poet's source of inspiration. You're one of those sources of inspiration! Thanks.
Wow francia this is one visual poetry if ever there was one! Thanks for sharing, your language undulates! ;D
Kind words from a fellow poet make my pen want to write for a long long time!
Thanks, Cris, for always taking time to read my page.
"...like the last line of a song
drowning in the goblet
in my hand. "
You certainly captured the romance of the place, time and most of all the internal moment. A romantic poem during a romantic time of year. I like the indirect approach to love poetry a lot as opposed to the brash greeting card variety.
Wistful remembering deeply heart-touched by nature's beauty without drowning in sad longing. Thanks for the word treat!
Getting a comment from a poet like you, is for me a poetic moment.Thanks Denny.
Btw, I've followed the links to your poetry and relished the beauty of the human spirit expressed there. I stumbled on the links to your page at the Socialist Poets site. The Socialist Poet site, for me, is a gold mine! I wish I had all the time I need to read everything that is there.It's a site for those whose hunger for the beautiful and true is a compelling need.
Elena. says:
10 months ago
I don't know that this isn't what you wanted to write, francia, but you wrote if beautifully! I feel like I just got a breath of Scottish air! Thanks!