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2018, 5*, alder, almond, apple, ash, beech, blossom, breeze, cherry, clock, elm, eyes, fir, fire, flame, garden, gaze, green, ground, hazel, hedge, leaves, oak, orchard, pink, shadow, silence, sky, sound, Spring, step, thought, trees, white, wood, writing, yellow
pageant of the trees
spring’s tonic rising
and hazel catkins swell
to greet the first warm days
elm and alder to follow
heralding beech and oak
and later the firs will show
their new cones, dusting
the ground with yellow;
the gardens will fill with
almond blossom and
orchards will froth with
cherry white and apple pink,
aperitif to coming summer;
hedgerows become en-veiled
in diaphanous haze, a
million leaves on the
passing breeze; stop
writing, now, step out
beneath the cavernous sky,
deep into the quiet of a glade
to be silent within silence,
eyes open like shadows
in dancing leaves and thoughts
greener to the underside
—–
gazing between sentences
into the fire
the beam from the
old house burns clear flame,
tinsel murmurings between
the ticking clock,
until pure white ash
falls without sound
read the collected work of ‘Lapping Reflections [Deep Within Waters]‘ as it is published: here
this is an appliquiary to: The Boats of Vallisneria by Michael J. Redford – Trees
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blossom & breeze & fir & garden & green & hedge & oak & shadow & silence & thought & writing & yellow wormhole: The Boats of Vallisneria by Michael J. Redford – Trees
eyes wormhole: ‘… and yet I think I am so modest: …’
leaves & pink & sky & sound & trees & white & wood wormhole: La Route de Louveciennes, 1870
spring wormhole: SPRING AND ALL I by William Carlos Williams
You’ve immersed me in splendor – I can’t say anything more as it will deplete the beauty of what you’ve written. (Assuming anyone will read my words. – luckier they if they don’t.)
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I think you told me earlier that this is your uncle’s poem? Only matters to give proper credit – the poem is extraordinary.
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nope, it’s my poem, but based on my uncle’s article; all the ‘Lapping Reflections [Deep Within Waters]’ poems are based on the respective articles in Uncle Mick’s ‘the Boats of Vallisneria’ which I’m typing up and publishing on my blog
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Daww, thank you, thank you
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“hedgerows become en-veiled
in diaphanous haze, a
million leaves on the
passing breeze;”
Sheer brilliance.
Poems like this make me want to ask if you’ve ever considered photography, as you clearly have an amazed and amazing eye….
….but then I see all I need to see in poems like this so…..
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my one – ever – satisfying photo adorns the top of each page of this blog …
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Ah, but I dream of what else your eye might pick out….chose to put into the frame, and what to leave out….
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your faith is far stronger than my laziness; nevertheless I seem to put effort into seeing what the painter sees (or rather what I think I see of what the painter sees) and what the musician hears …
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