a poet's epilogue

[Ruth]

and, in my life
will it matter that we met?

that I noticed the light spinning
from the thrown hope
of maple keys before
they die under bicycle tires
pushed by gangly boys?

should I guard my heart from joy
as I watch the leaves, painted by
diminished strokes of sunlight,
freed by a purple sky
and indolent raindrops
dance their way to earth?

did my words have any meaning
even as the salty waves claimed them
with the sand from my hands and from my feet
and lent me a small shell in return?

and, in my life
will it matter
that I had hoped again?

[rowens]

I like this. I've had the music of Patsy Cline's version of "Crazy" playing in my head, and when I started reading this, and imagined someone reading it out loud over the music, it was a very pleasant experience.

I can't think of anything critical to say about it. It feels good when I read it, it flows gently and thoughtfully off my tongue. So I think it's good.

[Ruth]

I like this. I've had the music of Patsy Cline's version of "Crazy" playing in my head, and when I started reading this, and imagined someone reading it out loud over the music, it was a very pleasant experience.

I can't think of anything critical to say about it. It feels good when I read it, it flows gently and thoughtfully off my tongue. So I think it's good.

"Crazy" how à propos.

Thanks again

[billy]

Hi ruth.

and, in my life
will it matter that we met?i like the way you open the poem in a sort of mid stream way, it's as though i've just come in range of someone's thoughts.

that I noticed the light spinning
from the thrown hope
of maple keys before
they die under bicycle tires
pushed by gangly boys? this stanza is 1 whole solid originally said image,

should I guard my heart from joy
as I watch the leaves, painted by
diminished strokes of sunlight,
freed by a purple sky wind it feels very native but i think it weakens the stanza by overloading the reader with description.
and indolent raindrops
dance their way to earth? excellent closing to the stanza.

did my words have any meaning
even as the salty waves claimed them
with the sand from my hands and from my feet
and lent me a small shell in return?

and, in my life i like the hook that makes me go back to the beginning of poem,
will it matter
that I had hoped again?

the one neg comment i had was really just a nit but mentioned it in order to balance all the praise that litters the thing. the last small stanza ties in with the title, it does bring closure to the poem and a reason for what was written before it. it's a poem that's worthy of more than a few reads.

thanks for posting it.

[Ruth]

Hi ruth.

and, in my life
will it matter that we met?i like the way you open the poem in a sort of mid stream way, it's as though i've just come in range of someone's thoughts.

that I noticed the light spinning
from the thrown hope
of maple keys before
they die under bicycle tires
pushed by gangly boys? this stanza is 1 whole solid originally said image,

should I guard my heart from joy
as I watch the leaves, painted by
diminished strokes of sunlight,
freed by a purple sky wind it feels very native but i think it weakens the stanza by overloading the reader with description.
and indolent raindrops
dance their way to earth? excellent closing to the stanza.

did my words have any meaning
even as the salty waves claimed them
with the sand from my hands and from my feet
and lent me a small shell in return?

and, in my life i like the hook that makes me go back to the beginning of poem,
will it matter
that I had hoped again?

the one neg comment i had was really just a nit but mentioned it in order to balance all the praise that litters the thing. the last small stanza ties in with the title, it does bring closure to the poem and a reason for what was written before it. it's a poem that's worthy of more than a few reads.

thanks for posting it.

thanks Billy