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RSWells
Member Elite

since 2001-06-17

Posts 2533

0 posted 2002-03-27 10:10 AM

"Like a Poet hidden
in the light of thought,
singing hymns unbidden,
till the world is wrought
to sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not"
-Shelley
.
.
Autumn's exhaustion
drains
reverence to irrelevant,

Grandma's cherished silver
forgotten,
blackened by disuse.

A Sun, south
slung
in it's solstice snub

elsewhere shows
favor
and we it's back.

Hearts and eyes
adjust
to the glummest gloom,

wizened winter
dummies
down the light.

Pace slows, heads
lower
under clouds of shrouds,

dull, obedient
adaptation
to winter's deadened nerves.

Duplicities theory
disappoints
downcast vision,

heavy assault,
it's
puddled reflection.

We meld twixt
shadowed
grays, charcoals, graphites,

cool demise
surrounds
with deaf, bleak, barren branches.

Extremities, numb,
foreign
willing to succumb.

Some grateful for
sallow
seas, precursor to surrender.

Mercy sensed in a
sickly
yellow sky

often the
herald
to hurricanes.

Yet as we,
prone
and stoning towards an end,

before we
slip
in solitude's sweet sleep,

it's then the
solar
searchlight finds us out,

it's then the
yellow
buds it's green deceit.

The underoots
arouse
pubescent florescence,

camouflage clutters
stark
and darkened truth,

verdant curtains
beg
inquisition of the next vignette,

overhead a self-
luminous
star brings back birds,

senses overwhelm,
dizzied
in spring's amphitheater.

Purblind, off balanced,
unfocused,
warming to whispered promise.

Damn hope.

Damn the hope of Love.

"Happy people have no history" - French Proverb

[This message has been edited by RSWells (03-27-2002 02:29 PM).]

Janet Marie
Member Laureate

since 2000-01-22

Posts 18554

1 posted 2002-03-27 01:41 PM

I like the way you mixed the metaphor, seasons and imagery to create this poem's atmosphere and mood.
Good to find you here poet R...youve been far too quiet

how about how good it feels to finally forgive you
~~~
the moment I jumped off of it ... was the moment I touched down.

~Alanis Morissette~

Sunshine

Administrator

Member Empyrean

since 1999-06-25

Posts 63354
Listening to every heart

2 posted 2002-03-27 01:48 PM

Welcome home.
You've painted a lusty
spring....

Mysteria

Member Laureate

since 2001-03-07

Posts 18328
British Columbia, Canada

3 posted 2002-03-27 02:32 PM

Richard, a very melancholy song of seasons you write, with metaphors abound in nature (which you do so well). A keeper this is for sure!

~* Reality is an illusion ~ albeit a persistant one *~
Albert Einstein

Cpat Hair

Member Patricius

since 2001-06-05

Posts 11793

4 posted 2002-03-27 03:29 PM

nice to see you back.... lots of good images in this... I enjoyed

Sven

Member Laureate

since 1999-11-23

Posts 14937
East Lansing, MI USA

5 posted 2002-03-27 03:30 PM

the seasons of love. . . and of life. . . are they one in the same??

well done Sir. . . I liked the form that you used here. . . the middle words of each verse seem to make a poem of their own. . .

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