I Don't Know

[dks]

Look what the Muse left at my doorstep. It has been 6 long weeks since I've written...

I Don’t Know

I don’t know where you are.
I gave up combing welkins—
Where the moon hangs high
And doggedly fixed
Among loose cannons full of stars;
Where the puffed up sun softens and jars
Morning clouds laden with rain.

You missed the spring here,
It’s blowing again.
The suckle buttons, fat with honey,
Tempt the open mouths
Of my garden gutters.

The cat mutters a wishful mew
At the preying thought
Of ambling through a green fold,
To belt and prick at a swallow’s wing.

How low these days ring;
In a snug chapel of tingling chimes.
I need you
To render them Cathedral bells
Clamoring, pealing, exalted, high—
Boldly usher in this beauty,
Like a single, saffron stroke
Swabbed across a blue and black basalt sky.

[Saturn]

This is the best poem of yours I've ever read, no word of a lie Denise

This is pure, oozing poetry in every syllable.

I can even quote single lines, the whole is too perfect.

So full of yearning, of a sense of longing it hurts.

I really can't even come close enough to lick your boots in competing with stuff like this. My feeble laments are naught in comparison - like seagulls flying in front of the sun they're swamped by the sheer brilliance.

This was most certainly worth waiting for.

I bow to you once again, oh poetess laureate of our little community.

I dub thee lady Denise

[Brave Archer]

I have't visit'd in a while and would not have thought i'd be treat'd to something so wonderful. I think Saturn is on to something with his post. Wonderfully written, I really did enjoy. Simply beautiful.

I had to edit my post to say again that I absolutely LOVE what i've just read.


I pray you don't think my post as overly praisefull

[dks]

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This is the best poem of yours I've ever read, no word of a lie Denise

This is pure, oozing poetry in every syllable.

I can even quote single lines, the whole is too perfect.

So full of yearning, of a sense of longing it hurts.

I really can't even come close enough to lick your boots in competing with stuff like this. My feeble laments are naught in comparison - like seagulls flying in front of the sun they're swamped by the sheer brilliance.

This was most certainly worth waiting for.

I bow to you once again, oh poetess laureate of our little community.

Stephen, you're way too nice. I humbly thank you. I had been pouring over this the past two nights--and I have to pour--unlike you, who can toss out verse in mere minutes...I edited, re and un edited--just to get the right purposeful, palatable images. But I feel it was worth it, not because I think it's any good, but because it cracked open the floodgate just a bit--and for that I am ever grateful--I have been parched! I wrote it to poesy.

By the way, nice seagull image, Stephen...as you mindlessly pitch out critique metaphors with veritable, customary ease...

[dks]

I have't visit'd in a while and would not have thought i'd be treat'd to something so wonderful. I think Saturn is on to something with his post. Wonderfully written, I really did enjoy. Simply beautiful.

I had to edit my post to say again that I absolutely LOVE what i've just read.


I pray you don't think my post as overly praisefull

Brave Archer! You haven't posted much lately, but when you do, it can make one feel like singing. Thank you most graciously.

I'm simply happy and grateful anyone takes the time to read my poetry at all, for poetry is like...well, it's like food to me.

[Saturn]

And you really have given us a veritable banquet with this poem Denise, truly.

I went to bed last night with phrases from this ringing in my head:

How low these days ring;
In a snug chapel of tingling chimes.
I need you
To render them Cathedral bells
Clamoring, pealing, exalted, high—
Boldly usher in this beauty,
Like a single, saffron stroke
Swabbed across a blue and black basalt sky.

Stuff like this is sinewy, and powerfully evocative and as memorable as any great poet I've ever read.

My own 'poems' if such they be are merely the pained yelp of an injured animal, an emotional, involuntary explosion of howls with no regard for form, construction, or metre.

This, in contrast is art, pained and carefully conveyed with stunning imagery.

It is always a tremendous pleasure and a privilege that you share your work with us Denise.

I despair that the Muse has never left such a bundle of riches at my doorstep.

[dks]

I'm taken by you thinking about my poem as you lay your head to sleep, Stephen...you, who adorns this site with some of the most affecting, touching, and emotionally breathless poetry, which is nothing less than personally striking.

*say while bowing very lowly* Thank you.

[Saturn]

I mean it, I really do Denise.

[AsphodelElysium]

This poem is quite lovely Denise. I felt peaceful, strange as that sounds, after reading it. Stephen, your poetry is also very good. Neither one of you should sell yourselves short. Cheers!

[Saturn]

You're too kind, but Denise is in another ballpark to me, seriously leagues apart.

[AsphodelElysium]

You're too kind, but Denise is in another ballpark to me, seriously leagues apart.

And entirely too stubborn. I stand by what I said. I haven't read anything on here that wasn't superb.

[Saturn]

'Tis not false modesty dear girl, just brutal truth.

[dks]

This poem is quite lovely Denise. I felt peaceful, strange as that sounds, after reading it. Stephen, your poetry is also very good. Neither one of you should sell yourselves short. Cheers!

Thank you, AE. I very much and graciously appreciate you even taking time to read it. I very much value everyone's opinions and critiques on here...

[dks]

You're too kind, but Denise is in another ballpark to me, seriously leagues apart.

Stephen, dear. Those words are "bitter pills that stick comfortless in my mouth"...leagues, Stephen? Seriously, luv.

Notice I quote your poetry to make my point...

[Saturn]

Please please you are too good Denise