“Off Conanicut, Newport” by William Trost Richards.‘Degrees of Light’ and Other Poetry by Charles Bauer The Society May 15, 2017 Beauty, Poetry, Terrorism 24 Comments Degrees of Light She squinted, watching circling gulls Fly overhead; small rhythmic waves Slapped steadily upon ship hulls. Brown crabs dashed out from wet sand caves Evading hungry birds; dried fins Of fish lay underneath palm trees. Sleek dolphins laughed with long fixed grins, Warm west wind stirred, strong humid breeze, Fierce storms came following; gray rain Swept down in sheets, obscuring sight, Then faded, giving way to reign Of silver stars and blue moon light. She raised her eyes to see the stars Embedded in their velvet cloak; Low full moon’s face was marked with scars, Mice foraged underneath old oak. When morning’s dew became a fog, Small birds’ soft trills spread through the woods; A fern grew near a rotting log, An ant ran home with hard-won goods. The morning’s light began to send Concealing mist into the air; She turned to watch the sun ascend, Soft sunlight filtered through her hair. Years 8/4/2/1 Smoke laughs aloud, its coils begin to snake As arguments break out about its name. It sends a shape, death follows in its wake. 2001, mist arrows strike and make All New York City feel their hate filled claim. Smoke laughs aloud, its coils begin to snake. 2009, Fort Hood endures heartache As heated haze sets out to kill and maim. It sends a shape, death follows in its wake. 2013, Boston shocks awake As young smog wisps achieve horrific fame. Smoke laughs aloud, its coils begin to snake. 2015, Paris mourns for sake Of loved ones twice as vapor war claws came. It sends a shape, death follows in its wake. 2016 in Orlando, same Results, soot shooting from a mind aflame; Smoke laughs aloud, its coils begin to snake, It sends a shape, death follows in its wake. Charlie resides in Apex, NC and is a salesman for a commercial carpet manufacturer. Related Post Ode to the Confederate Dead by Cause Bewilder for Joshua Philipp Grave statue after statue falls with strict impunity. Memorials and monuments yield to community. The wind wh... Tell the world:FacebookTwitterTumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInEmail 24 Responses James Sale May 15, 2017 Degrees of Light is an especially fine poem – hypnotic in a lovely way. Reply Charlie Bauer May 20, 2017 Dear Mr. Sale, Thank you for taking the time to read and comment on my poems. Best Wishes, Charlie Reply Margaret O'Driscoll May 15, 2017 Degrees of Light….delightful! Reply Charlie Bauer May 20, 2017 Dear Ms. O’Driscoll, I am grateful that you enjoyed Degrees of Light! Best Wishes, Charlie Reply Lorna Davis May 15, 2017 The images in Degrees of Light take you right into the moment. You can almost hear the lapping of waves. Lovely work, Mr. Bauer. Years 8/4/2/1 ties those tragic events together like sprouts from a single sinister root. Chilling. Something about it reminds me of Nostradamus. Reply Charlie Bauer May 20, 2017 Dear Ms. Davis, Thank you for your comments. Your line “sprouts from a single sinister root” was a nice turn of phrase! Best Wishes, Charlie Reply .Sally Cook May 15, 2017 .. Both descriptive and disciplined,.this is.accomplished.work!. Reply Charlie Bauer May 20, 2017 Dear Ms. Cook, From someone who’s work I admire as much as I do yours these are generous words indeed. Thank you. Best Wishes, Charlie Reply Warren May 15, 2017 Exquisite rhythm…words wash the shore of one’s ear. Reply Charlie Bauer May 20, 2017 Dear Warren, As always you are kind, generous and encouraging to a fault! Very Best Regards, Charlie Reply Bruce Dale Wise May 15, 2017 I agree with Ms. Davis; there is something in the spondaic tetrameter lines of “Degrees of Light” that is reminiscent of lapping waves. She, of the poem, is certainly not one of the mermaids Prufrock never heard. The device of listing years in the villanelle is a nice touch; however, I must agree with Ms. Davis, the poem, through its title, strikes me Nostradamus-like for its numerology. The personification of smoke is also an effective element of the poem. I appreciate your remembering the Fort Hood shooting; because I believe that one of our duties as poets is to depict our times—directly or indirectly. The sonnet I wrote on that occasion back in 2009, which has none of your lyrical elusiveness, I include only for those who may have had some interest in that event. Sonnet: a Muslim Psychiatrist’s Murdered Victims at Fort Hood Remembered Michael Cahill, 62; John Gaffaney, 56; Juanita Warman, 55; Libardo Caraveo, 52; Russell Seager, 51; Justin DeCrow, 32; Frederick Greene, 29; Amy Krueger, 29; Kham Xiong, 23; Michael Pearson, 22; Jason Hunt, 22; Francheska Velez, 21, pregnant; Aaron Nemelka, 19. Reply Charlie Bauer May 20, 2017 Dear Mr. Wise, Thank you for your comments and the gift of your poem! Best Wishes, Charlie Reply Wilbur Dee Case May 15, 2017 I concur with Ms. Cook, “yours is descriptive, disciplined, accomplished work.” I also think Mr. Wise means “spondaic-laden iambic tetrameters.” Reply Charlie Bauer May 20, 2017 Dear Mr. Case, As in the case with Ms. Cook’s response your words are extremely generous and I am honored. Your work “A Look at T.S. Eliot Looking at Edgar Allan Poe” was very thorough and thought inspiring. Best Wishes, Charlie Reply Charlie Bauer May 20, 2017 Dear Mr. Case, As in the case with Ms. Cook’s response your words are extremely generous and I am honored. Your work “A Look at T.S. Eliot Looking at Edgar Allan Poe” was very thorough and thought inspiring. Best Wishes, Charlie Reply David Hollywood May 21, 2017 Two very halting poems. Great rhyme and structure and abstract title to Years. Thank you. Reply Charlie Bauer May 23, 2017 Dear Mr. Hollywood, Thank you for kind words! Best Wishes, Charlie Reply Sultana June 2, 2017 ‘Degrees of Light’ is a very atmospheric poem. Like the imagery. It has a light, airy feeling, yet it has deeper parts, such as the feelings of the woman, whose thoughts are perhaps mirrored in the scenery around her, like dappled sunlight. The palm and the oak give a sense of contrasting places. I love the line, ‘An ant ran home with hard-won goods’. Bon continuation, Sultana Reply Charlie Bauer June 2, 2017 Dear Ms. Sale, Thank you for taking the time to read my poems and for your comments! It would be interesting to see what you (or any other reader) thought of the imagery, the implied thoughts of the woman and their relationship to light. Best Wishes, Charlie Reply Charlie Bauer June 2, 2017 Dear Ms. Sultana, Please accept my apologies for not addressing you correctly by your name. I was reading Mr. Sale’s latest entry prior to responding to your comments and, well, operator error… Best Wishes, Charlie Reply Karissa Young July 7, 2017 Wonderful use of words! Reply Charlie Bauer July 8, 2017 Dear Karissa, Thanks for your kindness! Very Best Regards, Charlie Reply Katie July 13, 2017 Degrees of Light is so descriptive, it paints a picture all its own for the reader and is a real delight to take in. The imagery is so powerful, I can almost here the seagulls squaking! Thank you for sharing this poem that feels both sweet and sad – it’s extremely moving! Reply Charlie Bauer July 13, 2017 Dear Katie, Thank you for taking the time to read my poems; I am glad you liked “Degrees of Light” and appreciate your kind words! Very Best Regards, Charlie Reply Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email.