Speedwells bathing in dawn's dew.

Traditional rhyming poetry from am era when great writers reigned.

I watched the sun paint ruby red the ink stained quilt upon my bed,
where silk chrysanthemums grew wild, in spite of being reconciled
with purple, pink, crimson and blue, from speedwells bathing in dawn’s dew,
as round my room, cast off remains of splintered weary midnight stains,
now hostages of morning grey, paid ransom as they crept away
through damask rose pink shimmering air, to hang just like a portrait there
of long lost faded Summers gone, of crisp dead leaves that once had shone
in singular serenity, before ice winds had set them free.


I dreamed of dreams that dreamed of me, in solitude upon a sea
so crystalline it’s whispered flow, no time to stay, nowhere to go
except to somewhere we have lain, where congregations can’t explain
that Prayers are only passive things, that last until the church bell rings
yet memories dipped in gold and green are paintings of where we have been
our pulpit bathing in the sun, a little piece of heaven spun
complete perfection in our eyes, a cameo of sweet surprise,
with arms that reach forever through the things we say, the things we do.


a sweetly glowing seraphim came floating on a whispered hymn
that called to me so many ways, a harbinger of far off days
that sway upon their distant rhymes, in other lives and other times
when wishes are sweet tastes of wine, all parts of an ornate design
that traces every silver light back slowly to the dead of night
where moon held promises convey apologies that softly play
upon celestial organ keys,on fairy songs and whispered trees
eventually to create a moment where our hearts can wait...

Reviews

[Im His Daughter]

L O V E I T !!!

[crystal leah]

This is breath taking...absolutley just beyond words. So beautiful. I have read a lot of peotry as well and this can stand up with the best of the best. I mean Robert Frost never took my breath like this.

[Samuel Dickens]

This is an outstanding bit of writing, sir. Poetry is not my area of greatest compitence, but I think I know the good stuff when I see it. There are so many good lines here, but my favorite is "I dreamed of dreams that dreamed of me, in soletude upon a sea."