Across  fields of emerald clover

Down a slender slope

A path ambles to a young girl

On a bald tire by a lash hung

From a giant century old limb

Of a gnarly, old oak tree.


Nearby in an inviting pond

A bug lolls on a leaf in the water

Gently transported downwind

By a sinuous stream of air currents

Beneath the silhouette of petite wings

The shadow of a monarch butterfly

Seeking solace upon a soft breeze.


Beneath a canopy of stagnate air

Superheated by the daytime sun

A raucous song is croaked by a frog

In the oppressive afternoon heat.


Mile-high pillows of puffed vapor

Occasionally vanquishes the sun

Sporadically shades the landscape

Like squares of a patchwork quilt.


The shade unclenches my eyes

The gentle ripple of undercurrents

Gently twists my inner tube

Upon that shimmering summer pond.


These memories still sweetly linger

Of the simpler unpretentious days

In the springtime of my life.



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patriciajj's picture

I was there! And I could have

I was there! And I could have stayed there in those "simpler unpretentious days" for the longest time. You chose the most impactful, charming and picturesque words to weave your bucolic idyll about a place and time sadly gone.  


A poetic sanctuary. Mad about this! 

S74rw4rd's picture

Now that is Pure Poetry, and

Now that is Pure Poetry, and it is presenting one of Poetry's most ancient functions---to preserve a moment of time within a cluster of chosen words.


Stephen's picture

Thank you.

Actually it is a rewrite of a poem I wrote over 40 years ago.

S74rw4rd's picture

You're welcome.  I am very

You're welcome.  I am very impressed with both the verb combinations, and the way the poem looks on the screen.

   You're mention of rewriting reminded me of an anecdote about James Dickey's poem, "May Day Sermon."  When I first encountered it, decades ago, it was touted as having been a sort of impromptu verbal gush that he wisely wrote down as it came to him, and then published it.  After he passed away, scholars went through his papers and found a bundle of drafts for that very poem---so many drafts that the sum total of pages was equal to the total number of lines in the poem (and the poem is rather long).  I heard it described as one of the most reworked poems in literary history.

   I think your poem is better than anything I have ever read from the "Deliverance" poet.