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' d..e..l..i..v..e..r..a..n..c..e (deux)
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Caught a hint of ochre
opening the Sun, to an April sunrise,
warming the tips of frail infant twigs,
drinking the chilled drippings
of fresh morning mist,
dancing on petals, victoria-pink,
slowly turning soft and ivory,
blanketing man-laid grass seed
with the stunning white beauty
of a late springtime snowfall.
All this i saw before me... unfolding
from my wicker chaise.
And all is swept away
before the ides of June,
that just a month ago
sugared the winds of lions breath
with the sprinkle of Magnolia breeze,
tickling the lamb's that chased the lion's
from their opened cage of winter wrath,
allowing me to lounge in my wicker chaise,
endulge the scents, and the scenes
that place themselves before me,
and i can take with me wherever i go.
So i revel in this candid splendor
a pologue of Summers stage.
Browlines and crows-feet
bear squinted grooves,
from the blinding strike
of a glausterman sunset.
I reach for my smoked sun-shades,
you know, those wraparounds,
of Nubuck leather.
And i ensconce in my wicker chaise,
take in the sweet of the honey breeze
and memories of loves first taste.
Change on the verge of deliverance, yes -
her fresh bloom unfolding....a Shangri-la
as utopic as Hilton's ''Lost Horizon''.
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Frank James Ryan, Jr.
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Saadat Tahir
(6/27/2009 2:45:00 PM) |
And all is swept away
before the ides of June,
here its so hot that every thing is awash in sweat..
you paint a marvelous picture...the colour scheme...yes...what else its a painting...isnt it
great job
cheers
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Michael Gale
(6/23/2009 2:08:00 PM) |
Ah yes-This piece as fun to read as aways ever...
Be you the artist in poetics clever.
You write your poems with healthy beat...
Metered to line, as a readable treat.
Great care is given in thought and time...
Puts me to shame, in my attempted worded rhyme.
You are gifted and so inTENse...
Of your poems in reading, you give new
meaning to the saying, Ye doth' labor as invents.
I liked this poem and gave it a ten plus...
Keep on keepin' on the lines in life, Kind Sir.
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Sandra Fowler
(6/23/2009 5:36:00 AM) |
A magnificent poem painting. I think I will hang it in the gallery
of my mind for future reference. Your last lines add
the final elegant touch. Beyond ten.
Warm regads,
Sandra
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Shashendra Amalshan
(6/15/2009 4:38:00 AM) |
Some parts of your poem reminded me of Jhon Keats's poem 'Ode To Autumn'...
'Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; '(To Autumn/first two lines)
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Your one is as beautiful and as refreshing as Keat's one indeed..thanks for this one..
with love
shan
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Alison Cassidy
(6/10/2009 9:27:00 PM) |
Superb poetry, and so different from your usual style Frank. The first stanza is exceptional - 'dripping off the sun' in particularly - such originality really grabs the reader by the eyes. The repetition of the words 'in my wicker chaise' acts as an enigmatic chorus to this graceful reflective poem. Bravo. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
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Ridge Cahill
(6/10/2009 10:41:00 AM) |
Utterly brilliant. My kind of poem in every way.
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John Lyday
(6/10/2009 6:53:00 AM) |
I love the vivid imagery FjR. From the first line to the last it keeps me enraptured. It is a great poem.
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Ian Bowen
(6/10/2009 3:35:00 AM) |
Frank, some really wonderful lines in well written piece:
'Browlines and crows-feet
bear squinted grooves,
from the blinding strike
of a glaustermans sunset'.
Would be my favourite section.10/10
Regard,
Ian
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