
Image from Richa Art Club
placid glimmerglass sheen
stretched canvas of forest and sky
but I can’t find my youth
in the diurnal scud of the clouds
flying faster and further
from halcyon days in the sun
cooled by frolicsome leaps
with my dog from the dock
diving into the depths of my future
now I sit here in invalid’s pose
on the bench that I built with
my pals sixty summers ago
propped and pained by the
memories clenched in my hands
with a flick of my least impaired
arthritic wrist I give sail to a
perfectly triple-skipped stone
breaking into a smile in excelsis
From my book Pieces of Wine
at play in the fields of the Lord . . .
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elysian fields…
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So evocative!
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many thanks
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This one caught me. Wow. Well done!
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thank you most kindly
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Beautiful images. I can see the pond and the bench. The present you describe is bitter sweet. I applaud the bulls-eye you scored with your skipped stone. Seize the day.
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the mind can achieve anything
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I enjoyed it immensely before I even looked up the words I didn’t know–second and third times were even more wonderful with the added appreciation. The euphony, clever wording, meaning layers, nostalgia, natural setting, and triumphant “ending” make it a favorite poem of mine to date. 🙂 I’m officially a fan.
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your thoughtful and kindly generous comments are deeply appreciated
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Reblogged this on SEO.
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thank you for sharing my poem with your readers
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It is my pleasure.
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Wow!
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that has always been my favorite comment to receive – thanks kindly
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🙂
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Reblogged this on Alan's Anarchy: Daily Prompts.
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thank you for sharing my poem with your readers
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You’re welcome 🙂
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