Open Poetry #47 |
Of squirrels and sour wines |
EmmaRose Senior Member
since 2011-03-02
Posts 1376Midwest |
Some wear their wings some scurry by, crossing the bridge on the green of the newborn some in their pinstripes, prancing in unison, eyes on the backporch, daisies in hand ,my mind shifts to fantasy thinking they've gifted me as they all come to dinner time they end the obstuction of the view of the tall trees, spinning with sunsets and ripe with the twilight, singing their halfnotes, the carols of wretched ones making me privy to the world of their wanderlust somehow they found me, on this joint admiration, I digress to the tall trees when their sight is a respite, to the eyes of the jaded ones is it mere hallucination to infuse them with gratitude dare they think of me otherwise than the blonde with the bellyfood? in the good grace of God, I often delude that he sees me as windowless, that he sent me these messengers, in the peak of their winter plight as they etch on their prints in the surplus of snow tonight it's now time to gather, and stiffle these rantings, tossing the grub of the day old spahetti, and burnt tuna casserole to this day of epiphany brimming with lit moons and leftover sour wine as I'm lost in a mood of the soul's insignificance though they never say thank you nor tip of their hats to me in this hour of apathy and the wars of the human folk it is They who can reach me. (Tribute to all His beautiful creatures, may they always find me) |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Beautifully done, and the picture you painted is etched inside of thought process and probably will for the rest of the day at least. Your "the leftover sour wine" line made me think of Melanie and her song. If you care to listen to it, go here . . . http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WEQzX4AO4X4 ~ Borrow money from pessimists -- they don't expect it back. ~ |
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EmmaRose Senior Member
since 2011-03-02
Posts 1376Midwest |
Thank you so much. I adore Melanie, thank you for the sweet reminder |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
They inspired you profoundly, dear EmmaRose. Captivating work. May you always be victorious over that mood and be aware of your soul's magnificence. Thank you for enriching my vocabulary in English! Love, Margherita |
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EmmaRose Senior Member
since 2011-03-02
Posts 1376Midwest |
Thank you dear Margherita for your insightful reply It's a pleasure to have you visit |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
EmmaRose...your poem captured the spirit of a creative heart. I loved it!! |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
My, my, my, I read you and wish... you have such a way Emmarose. Beautiful and seemingly effortless. |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
Excellent free verse, each prosaic stanzas leading well into the next.. Emma, please remember that we men and women are also creatures, and perhaps should be included somewhere in the poem. But maybe the poem does not call for inclusion...maybe the poems sublime mood does not call for it? The creatures are honored to be in your company, but they do not know it. Loved the poem [This message has been edited by ice (05-21-2011 07:22 AM).] |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
EmmaRose, this is beautiful. I believe I understand completely how you feel. I know they know, appreciate and love you far more than you realise. I find animals so much easier to communicate with than humans. I find too, that animals usually understand what I am saying, so much better than I understand what they are saying, though I think I understand them better than most humans do. Owl |
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jwesley Member Rara Avis
since 2000-04-30
Posts 7563Spring, Texas |
Excellent and meaningful piece, my friend...a pleasure to read. j. |
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EmmaRose Senior Member
since 2011-03-02
Posts 1376Midwest |
thank you all so much for your kindness in reading my poem. |
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