Reflections…

[Pendragon]

Reflections…

Among the shoals of sickness, beneath an ebon sky,
one forgets the days of springtime coming outside the window.
The silken scent of white and purple lilacs blooming in the front yard
can dispel the darkness, and send the shadows swiftly fleeing.
I must not give in to despair, watch the sun stalk up the morning.
The mountain turning green with leaves, spotted here and there
with flashes of white, and purple, and scarlet—
flowering trees—dogwood, Pollyanna, and redbuds.
River running deeper now from the long rain we had,
watch her thrashing in her bed as she goes by beneath the bridge.
Warm light splashes onto my shoulders,
golden fountain to turn my pale skin golden brown.
I trust to taste the icy spray of the Atlantic in a short while,
walk the warm sands among the wild waves relaxing
where I bury many of my burdens on a beach beneath the sun—
Tide goes in. Tide goes out. Sunset glory…

Dale Harris
May 2, 2008

[symphony]

Welcome back, Maestro. :)

[Pendragon]

Welcome back, Maestro. :)Thanks, Sy. :blush:

[Virgil]

Reflections…

Among the shoals of sickness, beneath an ebon sky,
one forgets the days of springtime coming outside the window.
The silken scent of white and purple lilacs blooming in the front yard
can dispel the darkness, and send the shadows swiftly fleeing.
I must not give in to despair, watch the sun stalk up the morning.
The mountain turning green with leaves, spotted here and there
with flashes of white, and purple, and scarlet—
flowering trees—dogwood, Pollyanna, and redbuds.
River running deeper now from the long rain we had,
watch her thrashing in her bed as she goes by beneath the bridge.
Warm light splashes onto my shoulders,
golden fountain to turn my pale skin golden brown.
I trust to taste the icy spray of the Atlantic in a short while,
walk the warm sands among the wild waves relaxing
where I bury many of my burdens on a beach beneath the sun—
Tide goes in. Tide goes out. Sunset glory…

Dale Harris
May 2, 2008

Pen you're back!! It's brightened up my day. And what a wonderful poem. So many beautiful lines and images. I love this one: "watch the sun stalk up the morning". How original and perfect! And the end is magnificent. Nice to see you back my friend. :)

[mazHur]

A great poem by Pen! Congrats.

[ampoule]

This is beautiful, Pen. VIRGIL!! I wanted to say I liked that 'watch the sun stalk up the morning'!! Well, I guess you can say it too. ;) ;) D:

[PrinceMyshkin]

Glorious poem and not a hint of contrivance in it anywhere. A splendid argument in favour of free verse!

[dibyendra]

Welcome back dear Pen. Nature becomes the inspiration to most of the poets which gives birth to
most of the glorious poems about nature. Imagery of this poem is quite beautiful.


watch the sun stalk up the morning.


The mountain turning green with leaves, spotted here and there
with flashes of white, and purple, and scarlet


watch her thrashing in her bed as she goes by beneath the bridge.



walk the warm sands among the wild waves relaxing
where I bury many of my burdens on a beach beneath the sun—
Tide goes in. Tide goes out. Sunset glory…


Lovely! :thumbs_up

[ReynardKitsune]

wow nice poem,!

[amanda_isabel]

mandy likey! great poem :)

[Pendragon]

Thanks to all of you. Good to be writing again. Thank you, Virgil, Maz, Madam Amp, Prince (Jerry, will I get used to calling you "Prince"?), Dibby, ReynardKitsune (Foxy name, that!), and Amanda! Kind of get away from gloom for a while and write of cheerful things! ;) :)

[blazeofglory]

A very beautiful presentation of natural beauty. I am moved indeed.

[Pendragon]

Thanks, Blaze. Means a lot coming from a poet of your talents! :) ;)

[blazeofglory]

Reflections…

where I bury many of my burdens on a beach beneath the sun—
Tide goes in. Tide goes out. Sunset glory…

Dale Harris
May 2, 2008

This is a piece of immense beauty, for all of us have to bury our burdens on a beach. Tide goes in and tide goes out. We come in between.

I find a great truth in this piece. It is a great metaphor.I have read this poem several times. This is just not a poem but a beauty.