The Poets

September 21, 2010

There's ...


An angel on my right, my girl
A maple’s airy symphony
The scram’bling of a nervous squirrel
And breezes blushing quietly


A solitary Aspen tree
Whose leaves suspect that fall is near
A cloudless sky (a lifted sea)
And semi-silence everywhere


The coming end of summer fair
The distant call of lonely crows
The rocking of this metal chair
As stanzas three come to a close


Of the Poem:

I wrote this while with my daughter on the afternoon of September 19th, 2010. It was a beautiful, quiet afternoon ...

... I had to capture some of the detail in a poem.

quatrain (3 total)
Rhyme Scheme: abab bcbc cdcd (note how the stanzas are interlocked, 'b/b' 'c/c')


Nancy said...

If you get tired of me posting that I love your poems, just tell me stop. But I probably won't (can't).

This latest work is simply beautiful - beautiful in its simplicity. I so much enjoy these poems that stem from your own experiences and love to hear the love for your daughter in your voice.

"A lifted sea" stirs my soul as it immediately brings to mind Genesis 1:6-8, "And God said, 'Let there be an expanse between the waters to separate water from water.' So God made the expanse and separated the water under the expanse from the water above it. And it was so. God called the expanse 'sky.'"

Thanks as always...

Livia Salome Gnos said...

beautiful poem, and the drawing is wonderful too. Thank you.

Pacze Moj said...

Stanza three slows down time...

But my favourite is the "suspecting" tree.

As of April 9th, 2010