Open Poetry #49 |
A Winter Walk |
Cari Member Posts 411 Englnand |
Sentries of frost tipped rushes Escort the sleepy river to the sea I walk in the cold mute morning Treading crackle grass underfoot ~ The sky rests with grey uniformity Unmoving depression to far horizons The plough torn fields offer no beauty Birds have sang their last hurrah ~ Romney bells over the marshland A requiem for the dying year I look for the lights of home To the fireside and buttered toast |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Ahhh . . . Sprinkle a bit of powered garlic on that buttered toast, will ya? ~ If they give you ruled paper, write sideways. ~ |
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Cari Member Posts 411 Englnand |
OH NO, I can’t stand the sight, smell or taste of the stuff. France is only 20miles away across the Channel and when the wind is in the south the smell wafts over here. Plays bloody havoc with the Honeysuckle. Cari. |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Heh.Heh I was afraid that might be the case. Love, love, LOVE garlic! Guess we won't be dating, eh? Heh.Heh ~ If they give you ruled paper, write sideways. ~ |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
Winter is the natural time to rest, reflect, and look forward. I see all of this in this poem..Slumbering fields, grey sky, and birds without voice. But bells, house lights, and buttered toast offer shelter from the drear.. And so we wait it out, as only humans have want to do. enjoyed the poem "Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance." |
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rainyday Member Posts 304 Heartland USA |
Cari, This just took hold of me.. wonderful metaphors..with an ending that left me warm inside & out. Enjoyed the read.. rainyJ |
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Goldenrose Member Elite
since 2003-05-30
Posts 3665 |
A fine poem of a winter walk in England,I know the feelings well,nicely descriptive, I was "there" with you on your walk... Thank you for sharing Goldenrose. walk the moonlight path through the dark woods...i await your return.. |
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