He makes me dream my rocky face,
distant mountain, embalming feather
in solvent weather,
keeping forever, moving race, embracing together,
space to place vibrant lines of permeated poetry.
I carve his look of premeditated presence,
drawing wetter breath of noble Nature
seeking reason in frosted season.
I try to swim inside his statue,
tending fired explicit imagination,
as wayward world
in burly breast with frowning canyons;
twirling desegregation,
integrating aspect
to common dialect,
for what is real in finding spirit,
clinging close, so love might hear it,
calling wind to filter source.
I know in such sweet verse,
the common ground
we seek to measure,
where life grows view beyond the sunrise,
as sunset surging symmetry in solstice,
the slender shadow of spiny hills,
winding river, coughing confluence,
to shimmered dragon
breathing whisper.
Author notes
Ron...inspires me to consider my eternal middle inside my temporal siege of short comings. So I read Dylan Thomas, as incredible, writing waves of simple complexity...and I know every word ever written is drop from the same , amazing river...I want to be like them...those who knew, from drop to ocean...the journey of words to build in rafted glimpse of what is forever...
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A contest entry
- Tribute to Ron Wiseman, known here as Lyndon. by ecrivain01.
2000 points, ended May 1, 2008, 21 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Dylan Thomas himself
would have loved your theme of "eternal middle" muddled momentarily by the feelings of continually falling short.
So do I.
Dylan Thomas would have loved your tumble of images; your echoic, assonantal diction throughout; your end rhymes and mid-rhymes; your alliterative style. And so do I.
Richard, this is super free verse. I am simply honored that you place it in a tribute contest for me. Thank you heaps.
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"I know in such sweet verse,
the common ground
we seek to measure,
where life grows view beyond the sunrise,
as sunset surging symmetry in solstice"
Sighhh...Ron will adore this beautiful piece, dear Scribe of such sacred silences dwelling within deepest canyons, upon such winding trails leading to the apex of your immaculate heart. Pure, gorgeous & laden with the utmost respect, as you have always, always shown those whom you admire. Good luck in JD's contest, Sweetie. You are a fearless Friend to all who have the honor of crossing your ever~passionate path. 
Wanda
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OMG this is so breathtakingly gorgeous. Your heart shines well all throughout this piece. I wouldn't alter a word of it and I'm sure he will love it.
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Very nice ...
although I have no idea whatsoever what it means. Still, some things don't really have to mean anything I guess. Anyway, thanks for entering. I imagine Lyndon will like this, and who knows? Maybe he WILL know what it means.
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Ron...inspires me to consider my eternal middle inside my temporal siege of short comings. So I read Dylan Thomas, as incredible, writing waves of simple complexity...and I know every word ever written is drop from the same , amazing river...I want to be like them...those who knew, from drop to ocean...the journey of words to build in rafted glimpse of what is forever...
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