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 found then shared in rhyme
Each milestone laid still marking time.
From nature’s woods to heaven’s height
With ceaseless care for upward climb.
When poets warm stark still of night,
Or rise in day for lofty flight,
Then take those thoughts and paint them clear
They’ll find that others take delight.
Here’s to your words, I paused to hear
New realms explored with senses clear,
An angel of unworldly sphere
May God bless you … oh poet dear!
May God bless you … oh poet dear!
© 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.
A contest entry
- Robert Frost-based Contest for Allpoetry, Winklings & Friends #51 by Lyndon.
2590 points, ended March 14, 2008, 5 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Hi Joy,
I just want you to know that I actually recommended that this poem be given the silver or the bronze in this contest. I think it is a fine poem; unfortunately, I do not understand what wires got crossed in the judging of this contest. I had planned to comment after the judging, but I was quite ill at the time and didn't follow up on it. Anyway, I'm sorry to see that it was not awarded a trophy, as I myself, most definitely would have done so.
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This poem is a lot less controversial and far more likely that we'll agree.
Yes, Frost isn't only a poet's poet but a poet of the people, simple, straight forward, but lyrical, thoughtful.
And those same qualities apply to your poem.
You are a talented critter.
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Well done in two senses
You have managed the form well and you have championed the poet. The rhyme scheme is more complex than the casual eye takes in!
Thank you poet andbest wishes.
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Such a beautiful testimony to my all time favorite poet. You have penned a lovely verse. Well done. ~Pamela
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Excellent write
and a sheer pleasure to read.
Good luck in the contest.
Jim
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this is touching, so tender and meek
my favorite was:Here’s to your words, I paused to hear
New realms explored with senses clear,
pen on till the ink runs dry
Tamara
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I see you've chosen one of my favorite poet's to emulate and you've done it so well. I do admire your talent for taking the ordinary to such lofty heights. Pen on dear poet.
Sincerely,
Leo Long
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Excellent word-choices and a keen poetic ear make this a delight to read. Regardless of whether or not this catches the flavour of Frost (it does) your poem is first-class.
Bill
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