Mike Barrett

Freshman - 844 Points (June,1943 / Saint John, New Brunswick, Canada)

One Hundred Words - Poem by Mike Barrett

Snow had lately frosted earth
But one scant inch.
Life blue in sky, bled red, died black.
Spotless Soul alone,
Bright in the heavens stood,
And, as if in deep respect,
Earth no sound made.

None could hear the birches creak,
For no breeze stirred.
No tapping from the evergreen,
Not one bird moved.
None could hear the voice of snow
For no beast roamed.
And all was cold and still -
Locked in reverent tone.

Strange. Quiet. So quietly strange,
No scene I heard, but sound I saw -
For it is during times as this
God's voice speaks
His awe!

© M. Barrett – all rights reserved

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

I jotted this poem down in Saint John new Brunswick sometime between the age of 21 and 22 (I'm now 70) . I was taking an English course at the time and decided to write a poem of exactly 100 words. After completing about a 30 minute meditation on this objective, these were the words that came out.

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  • Rookie Sankha Subhra Nayak (9/15/2013 2:48:00 PM)

    This is best poem among the poem of you I have read before... Verry nice and pleasent... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, September 15, 2013

Poem Edited: Saturday, November 23, 2013

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