As I sat,
hands obediently waiting,
a hundred thousand options
paraded
past my mind, beckoning.
Fingers of thought advanced
beyond anticipation,
knowing what once was mine
exists no more. Ignore that!
Revisit as it was and will remain,
held in tenderness
as it used to be.
Breath held tight by anticipation,
hands waited to be led
into woodland paths--
. . .
Ahh! It is now.
Soft moss silent underfoot,
dapples of sunlight playing tag
beneath tall maples,
the whirr of hummingbird beside me
in a fragrant visit to wild honeysuckle
in full bloom.
Twitter of tiny birds.
A butterfly follows as I walk,
gently, into memories.
How rich it is to enjoy
this wondreous offering:
Nature's gift to us in Spring!
A contest entry
- FREE VERSE, OTHER OPTIONS. by AngelicMistress.
1000 points, ended August 27, 2007, 18 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Excellent Writing
Beautiful, radiant, joyful poem.
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I had almost forgotten this poem had come! Thank you for resurrecting truly a blessed childhood memory, living then at the edge of forest. Wild deer used to visit, and birds I have not seen in decades. A treat!
Terry
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I would read more if I were not too tired to keep going!
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Very nice ...
I am not a big fan of free verse, but you've pulled this one off with flying colors.
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Free verse?
Free verse really would not be my choice either--if indeed such exist. It asked for free verse, that's what it got.
For someone who writes form poetry, free verse is rather like decorating a tree that isn't there.
Thank you for this.
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Softly flowing in searching ...
through memories and realities of dreams, the pen finds its lines ... Very demonstrative and a lesson in turning cerebral material into emotions ... thus poetry. Loved this!
How are you, Beloved One?
Myra
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Ah Myra! Great! It has been a while! You caught the real content of this poem, the process of writing! THAT was in choices that paraded by, and in --"now!" The magic moment when the poem took over its form and content and just--came! Funny how no one else saw that.
And how am I? Never better, now that I have metal knees!
No pain, no canes! Like forty years ago! Wheee!
So good to hear from you again!
Terry
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My favorite stanza-
"Soft moss silent underfoot,
dapples of sunlight playing tag
beneath tall maples,
the whirr of hummingbird beside me
in a fragrant visit to wild honeysuckle
in full bloom."
Oh, this absolutely enviable poet; such exquisite diction and voice. Well done!
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Thank you. I have to wonder: what kind of memories will fuel the poetry of those who are children now?
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Tanya will love this one, theres no doubt in that.
In my look upon this, I see you, inspirational ideas sifting through your mind, fingers poised at the keys, waiting for the initial 'tap' of success.
The result? This wonderful escape to nature, a walk in the park for some, a blessing to others who take the walk with you here in your words.
An excellent entry my friend, well done.
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Thank you. With the accelerating urbanization of what used to be forest, I fear there will be few with such experience in their living memory. Subdivisions have swallowed where I walked so freely as a child. They call it progress.
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That is a really good piece. It is well written and brings a good image of what you describe.
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You have given us a complete reminiscence, from the first tendril of thought to its bursting out in full colour. I have seen "dapples of sunlight playing tag", that is excellent description. We have the power to choose our thoughts, let us not wander in unpleasant pathways.
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A happy memory
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YOU HAVE DONE A GREAT JOB WITH THIS PIECE, POET
GOOD LUCK IN THE CONTEST, AND THANK YOU FOR ENTERING IN SAME.
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.wondrous A typo
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