michael oliver

Rookie - 161 Points (13-4-1948 / swansea)

The Stream Unstopped - Poem by michael oliver

The thought was to play
A play of times conundrum
A plastic of some infinity
A simple moment of glimpse
A grasp of living thought

The lean of the morning tree
Invites a climb to view
Apples autumnal with the sun

On summer oak leaves sunlight
It's warmth on the barn
Coaxes movement from it's aches

Hedges ripe with cool mist
A webbed harvest bush gathered
On a loop of twig

A flash across clear blue
The quick red glider launched
Private as Morley's meadow's green

Their impact a temporary mark
A small and moment limited
As the abrupt cycle traced
The circle onward kept moving
Unspoiling in a determined orbit

Sounds at mornings long light
Words notng the words inexpert
The sparrow chicks day greeting

An Aubade laid by hens
Dew skimmed fleck grass mused
My tea bowls doorstep acoustic

Looking over the dew drench
Whose rainbow always follows us
Me Charlie up the hill

The lime trees scent seduces
Bee sung with its sweetness
Madrigals at the morning sun

The thought is at play
Times conundrum plays itself out
This plastic of still infinity
The simple of finite touch
Grasped and then is - no!

Poet's Notes about The Poem

I suppose this is an attempt at autobiography

Comments about The Stream Unstopped by michael oliver

  • Rookie - 109 Points Subodh Pandey (4/17/2013 4:19:00 AM)

    lovely lime tree thing is awsum dear............. getting.nostalgic ...... (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 146 Points Scotty Dogg (4/15/2013 1:18:00 PM)

    I love it MIke! 'Me Charlie up the hill' Love it! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 12, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, October 4, 2013

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