Oasis Poem by Matt Mooney

Oasis

Rating: 5.0


The warm balm of the velvet breeze
Wafts around the bungalow gable
By the sheltering sycamore trees,
Caressing my face at the table.

Soft stepping, white bibbed and black,
The cat settles down in the sun
And on the leaves he lays on his back,
Russet bed by the Autumn spun.

The simple song of the robin red,
Plain chant of the solo singer;
Stepladder up to the hedge ahead,
Standing by for a tasty trimmer.

Black and white and quick and low,
Magpies cruise with crackling chatter;
The cars gone by on the road below
Restoring the peace that they shatter.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Nivedita Bagchi SPC UK 10 June 2010

Such poetry brings solace and serenity in Oceanic swell I can bet. Wonderful feelings of …’ Restoring the peace that they shatter.’…and it is profound 10//10 Ms. Nivedita UK

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Obinna Eruchie 10 September 2009

This is a wonderful scene by the beach. Lyrical.

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Buscador Del Palabra 02 September 2009

Matt this one is so nice so peaceful... you're right, across seas and time we're more alike than different. Mike

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Bob Blackwell 03 August 2009

You paint a scene I know so well, Matt like me you notice things, I was with you as you wrote this poem, both in thought and mind. Thank you.

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Meabh Mooney 22 July 2009

a poem of dedication to Smyth really this one...for me anyway

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Matt Mooney

Matt Mooney

South Galway, Ireland.
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