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Flatlanders Lament
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Flatlanders Lament |
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RSWells Member Elite
since 2001-06-17
Posts 2533
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We haven't any mountains here To spear the upper atmosphere And bring us cold clean air from up above. So there are no valleys near For absent peaks to domineer And sing an echoed yodel which I'd Love. Subtle seasons do exist, A stubborn march of time persists In incremental changes of the clim'. Days like this are reminisced, New England autumns leaves are missed, God's work outshines the art at Guggenheim. So too this sad place knows not snow, Whose tardy motion falls as though, It's choreographed in interval'd waltz time. The calender says time to go A malling 'tis the season so, Salvation army's bucket wake up chime. In spring the flatlander's denied, Melting snows swelled river ride, Crystallized gushed rushing inspiration. Nor in the place where I reside, Are waves acrashing cragged shoreside, No call of gulls with sea's song sans cessation. Don't get me wrong these folks are fine, But bored am I near out of mind, I've wanderlust to bathe in all creation. To praise with eye and ear divine, Through nature's walk and so enshrine My soul uplifted in God's glorification. Self exiled from hill and wood, For near a score of years I've stood, At sea level's heat in near damnation. I yearn return to my boyhood And simple needs like firewood, One meal a day, now that's emancipation. I took a stand to family raise, It's me who's lost now in the maze, I'd like to find me in a scenic place. The stress and pressure's endless days Are aging me in unkind ways, I need the peace I know in open space. I know the end is marching near And so I humbly quit this sphere, Request a decent vista for my grave. |
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Lady In White
since 2001-02-12
Posts 2799USA |
"No call of gulls with sea's song sans cessation." what a line... thank you for this.... |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Wonderful muse of the realty of the situation! So very charming! |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
In spring the flatlander's denied, Melting snows swelled river ride, Crystallized gushed rushing inspiration. Nor in the place where I reside, Are waves acrashing cragged shoreside, No call of gulls with sea's song sans cessation. Don't get me wrong these folks are fine, But bored am I near out of mind, I've wanderlust to bathe in all creation. To praise with eye and ear divine, Through nature's walk and so enshrine My soul uplifted in God's glorification. Self exiled from hill and wood, For near a score of years I've stood, At sea level's heat in near damnation. ============================= this is excellent!! what a very cool poem!! I love the rhyme scheme...and the imagery is wonderful as is the vocabulary and poetic phrasing... very well conceived and written work here. Very well done poet sir  she said I dont know why you ever would lie to me |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
Yup about the drabbest place on earth I would say, and well said! Great poem "Mr. Words"! ~*~ Tell someone you love them today, as tomorrow may never come ~*~ |
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RSWells Member Elite
since 2001-06-17
Posts 2533 |
Lady in White, Ethome, Janet Marie and Sharon, Thank you for noticing my modest submit. This is a poem I brought from a less friendly website and will seek help (once I dare)in your workshop "cleaning it up". "Oh what a tangled web we weave when first we practice to decieve" |
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