(sonnet attempt #XLI)
XLI
Ah, transient and vap'rous trickling rill,
O'er pebbles gaily tripping, downward drawn;
Sweet momentary bliss of spring snow wrought,
Whose melting in the warming breezes fills
This little nat'ral channel made at will,
For briefest space whilst day blooms; subtly gone
As waning afternoon congealed to nought
Thy lively, glimm'ring image by its chill.
Oh breathless ecstasy and twinkling bliss!
A little burbling stream 'twixt sprouting grass;
Retreat, for sweet reflections, from life's cares.
Created momentarily, how this
Delights the senses! And yet it shall pass
Ere eve, quite crystallized,...which now flows fair.
24/25Feb11
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Author:
Chic George (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Melting snow creates swollen creeks, etc. As does the snow from the roof, which channeled a small stream-bed through a section of our yard from the mouth of the industrial gutter....a very lovely sight while it lasted, the other warm morning. After enjoying it for a few minutes (it was quite picturesque), instead of photographing it, I tried to verbally depict it....hahaha. Well, can the reader see it? After the first half of the octave....it faltered and, well.....how bad is it?
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
A beautiful description of that very sight you see, admire and take a picture of. But this, this says more than a picture...
Your poems are always nice to read and I hope you won't quit soon.
-Zojinjo
Thank you very much!!! Ya, "a picture's worth a thousand words" they say, but this adds my perspective on it. Thanks for the encouragement to keep on....you too!
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