Oh how I wile, away the days
While time, long gone, repeats it’s plea,
“Please don’t forget -- remember me,”
‘til once again I’m whisked away
Where time is naught, I journey on,
Each word I read is one mile gone;
A thousand more, I’ll pause to breathe
Then readjust my memory.
How free I am upon your steed
Of thoughts that ride o’er moor and plain,
I cross swift streams then back again
Next thunder on -- ignoring needs
Unmet; yet waiting to be found.
And so, I go another round,
A thousand more I’ll ride with thee
Unveiling of life’s mystery.
Without your words I couldn’t have known,
Each mile traversed a brand new view.
Forget-me-nots, reminders too
Of how we grow when seeds are sown.
Yet life’s not ruled by setting sun
But by the deeds that have been done,
A thousand thoughts - while history,
This reader’s bridge to all that’s free!
Oh how I wile, away the days
While time, long gone, repeats it’s plea,
“Please don’t forget -- remember me,”
‘til once again I’m whisked away
Where time is naught, I journey on,
Each word I read is one mile gone;
A thousand more, I’ll pause to breathe
Then readjust my memory.
© 2008 Joy Burki-Watson
Author notes
1. Write a poem about him, a Poem for the Poet.
My poem is based on “Memorials of A Tour In Scotland, 1803 I. Departure From The Vale Of Grasmere,” August 1803 by William Wordsworth1770-1850
http://oldpoetry.com/opoem/72011-William-Wordsworth-Memorials-of-A-Tour-In-Scotland--1803--I--Departure-From-The-Vale-Of-Grasmere--August-1803
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What a wonderful read this turned out to be, reading it for a second time was a real pleasure.
A delightful poem, perfect for this contest. (psst... your talent is showing!)
Von
~Oldpoetry
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'then read, just my memory' WOW!!! Brilliance.. thanks for taking the time to research and pen it down here. thanks much.
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A memory, a fantasy
'tis but time at bay
Til all is gone, forgotten
I journey on today.....
Reading your work is pure delight for the mind and soul. Write on my friend write on.
Sincerely,
Leo Long
xoxox
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The first thing that jumps out is the skill with which this is written; beautiful, effortless. For me this is more important than the theme/premise, which while it may or may not be original, is indeed a classical representation in its style, which would seem to be encouraged by the host since the contest's explanation reflects a romanticized vision of Wordsworth.
But I was impressed by your poetic skill and I haven't read the other entries but I'd bet it will take a very good poem to surpass this (and yes that is the kiss of death for whenever I tell someone that, they never win, lol)
Reading this, I'm reminded of reading fiction, a quiet snowy day with my feet up on the wood stove, reading some long dead author (I won't say any names because I was told I sound pretentious when I do) Poor me, lol.
It is really quite good.
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A very pleasant poem and a welcome addition to the contest.
Your premise of each new reading being a journey may not be new but its treatment here is refreshing and well executed.
I like the couplet
While time, long gone, repeats it’s plea,
“Please don’t forget -- remember me,”
Fine work and good luck
Jim
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