Whose words employ keen sense for wait,
Condense clear thought, embody fate?
Then pausing find the mind to share
Adventure’s ride through God’s estate.
With stylish class and natural flair
Keen eye observes and then lays bare
A sense that sates in finer wine,
Compassion’s grace save blinding glare.
A promise made then shared in rhyme
Each milestone laid still marking time.
From woods of snow to climax height
With ceaseless care for upward climb.
‘Tis Frost that warms stark still of night,
Lends wind to wings for lofty flight,
Who takes my days and paints them bright
And all because he paused to write ...
© 2008 Joy A. Burki-Watson
Author notes
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
by Robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
My poem shares my thoughts on a poet's poet and how their dedication to sharing those silent moments can arouse one's silent self to walk along.
A contest entry
- In Honor of Frost by Jim Berkheiser.
1560 points, ended February 5, 2008, 7 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Now how in the world did I miss this one? Your words are lovely and IMHO are an exquisite compliment to Frost's poem. You never cease to amaze me with your extraordinary talent for touching my soul.
Sincerely,
Leo Long
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amazing poetry here, actually astounded me, OH and frost is my favorite poet bar poe, ill give this five stars, didnt find it awkward at all just amazing in every sense, well done, keep it up -
I enjoyed this poem and am I sorry I couldn't include it among the awarded poems. I felt your wording was less natural than other entries. Frosts poems sounded like natural conversation.
Thank you so much for your entry.
Jim -
Very nice ...
very nice indeed.
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Thank you for your entry.
Jim -
Hi, lovely, enjoyed it very much, all the best, Di
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Wow. You have talent, good poet.
Each line moves wonderfully onto the next.
And each line leaves me wanting more.
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