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The Call of the Loon
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The Call of the Loon |
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Mike Member Elite
since 1999-06-19
Posts 2462 |
A whisper so soft, as if was not spoken, Night's gentle breeze, the quiet unbroken, Oaken cathedrals, worship the moon, As silence is broken, by call of the loon, A melody haunting, sad magic she weaves, Through still of the forest, through shimmering leaves, Seeks out the answers, eternity's call, No answer forthcoming, no answer at all, Echoes the loon, over forest and glen, Night's benediction, sings forth from the fen, Doe stops to listen, beside stands her fawn, Awaiting the answer, awaiting new dawn. |
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Elliott Junior Member
since 2000-04-06
Posts 35Chapel Hill, NC |
nice images. you could very easily expand on that motif to make a mini-epic or something a la Christabel.... |
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Meadowmuse Member Elite
since 1999-12-27
Posts 3263 |
This is absolutely striking. |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
Oh my, this is beautiful...it would make a lovely sonnet...perhaps something like this: Of God And Nature A whisper soft, as if it were not spoke, Night's gentle breeze, the quiet now unbroke, Oaken cathedrals, worship the pale moon, As silence broke, by calling of the loon, A haunting melody , so sad, she weaves, Through still of forest and through shim’ring leaves, Seeks out the answers, hears no echoed call, No answer coming, no answer now at all, Echoes the loon, o’er forest and o’er glen, Night's benediction, sings forth from the fen, Doe stops to listen, there too stands her fawn, Awaiting answer, awaiting the new dawn. And as a hush falls o’re the stilling mist Of God, the best of nature, does enlist |
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A Romantic Heart Member Ascendant
since 1999-09-03
Posts 5496Forever In Your Heart |
I just love the descriptive words you use, they take me there as I am reading your poetry...a true poet you are!  |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Mike~ I 'listened' with my eyes and heard with my heart, the calling of the loon. Wonderful image. I just love this one. ~*Marge*~ *Hoot~ nice reply, gal. ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ [email protected] |
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Nan
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-20
Posts 21191Cape Cod Massachusetts USA |
Your poem croons as a loon, my friend...  The secrets of remote lagoon From morning's blush of dawn, Till rise of eve's nocturnal moon Are in its eerie song. Such wonderment from wint'ry surd, Soliloquy's mere tune. Grand jubilance in summer's heard - Uncommon sounds the loon. Bespeckled pinions, grace in flight, Resplendent is her plume. Bemusing splash to see her light And then cavort the flume. Her serenade's a proud regale A songbird so unique How wondrous her falsetto wail Reechoing mystique I'll not divulge the secret song Of this remote lagoon I'll rather hearken years along The laughter of the loon. |
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poetFemmeFatale Member Elite
since 1999-07-25
Posts 2646Arkansas |
The thing I like about your work, is that it reads so *smooth*...Your meter and rhyme - it's as if one line spills over into the next at times. Fabulous piece sir. This one was *crisp* with imagery. |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Mike, this is awesome...I want to hear a loon, I don't think I ever have, except in this poem. |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
Beautiful poem, Mike! You painted a lovely picture in my mind and also inspired some other lovely poems!! Denise |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
You know you could quit your day job and be a poet laureate....this is wonderful.... |
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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania |
Now THIS poet laureate I can relate to (ooops!) Magnificent, Mike Liz |
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Mike Member Elite
since 1999-06-19
Posts 2462 |
Thank you for the beautiful poetic responses and the very gracious comments. I must admit I have never heard a loon either, and there are not too many forests in Kansas. Have to go by what I imagine. Again, thank you all so much for the comments. |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Mike, To write of a loon without knowing the tune just makes me swoon. (sorry, it rhymed)  |
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Rosemary J. Gwaltney Senior Member
since 1999-08-26
Posts 997northern mountains, Idaho |
You caught me in a magical spell, and carried me back to a place of my teenhood in the far north of British Columbia, within sight of Alaskan snow-encrusted mountains, on an insufferable, incredible summer day that was 130 degrees in the sun. My cousins and I swam in a silent ice-cold lake surrounded by deep mountain forest, and then, for the first time, I heard the loons calling. What an unforgettable sound that was, echoing across the shockingly frigid water that gave such relief. I will never forget it. What a gift you have given me today, my friend! I've never been back there, and though it's been some thirty years, I'll never forget the enchantment of their strange and haunting calls. |
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Mike Member Elite
since 1999-06-19
Posts 2462 |
Gave me a chuckle there Martie... now I have been called a loon a time or two... hehe Rosemary, what a lovely response. Gave me a nice feeling to know I was able to take you back to such a pleasant memory. |
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Dawn Eclipse Senior Member
since 2000-01-31
Posts 637The Horsehead Nebula |
That was a very beautiful poem. I've always loved the loon. "It is in our aloneness that we recognize our oneness, even as the single droplet of water knows also that it is the sea."Daniel *Cassie Roseen* |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Mike~ You made me curious with this poem on Loons. I found the neatest web page with sounds and amazing pictures of the Loon. Thought you might enjoy it ... I did. Thank you for opening up a new area of nature's creatures to me. http://members.aol.com/GaviaRCool/loonpage.html ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ [email protected] |
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