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Skip the Light Fantastic
by David R Southwick
Friday, October 26, 2007
Rated "G" by the Author.
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Frost, yes frost that forms on windows. Mine forms on an east window with the sunrise behind it. This photo and poem are of golden frost
Skip The Light Fantastic
the power of Sol
so distant yet so here, now.
Each day in our clock of eons,
its heat, its light is our survival,
vital, earth driving, its energy is all.
Yet in a subtle wink of morning
sol has time to take a walk
along winter bones of ice
frozen on an ordinary
gray ice on the glass
turns blues as morning wakes,
blushes fiery passion found naked,
is stroked by fingers of brassy light
penetrating every node with Sol energy,
caressing, goosing the frigid fibers
till in harmony the crystals sing
octaves of solid gold tremolo
then ecstatically expire,
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|Reviewed by Richard Bowers
|Which way shall I take the course to my readerís hearts,
What scale and tools do I collect with,
What voyeurís wrap I claim in readiness.
Are the ages of my father come to bear,
Or will be for next generationís benefit:
And for sure hope luck to smile a lot,
Unless I weaken in devotion,
That I harbor this pretext,
Where course is subject to a wanton age.
Gather, flock with us; examine all to beyond:
Valiant person have surpassed our time.
|Reviewed by Regina Pounds
|Amazing. You have a talent for the sensual. I'll never again look at frosted windows quite the way I did before I read this. Vivid writing and visually a feast...
|Reviewed by Karen Palumbo
|Your photograph and this piece blend so well in this soothing tale...
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|The combination of poem and photo is very beautifully portrayed. I love the imagery capturing the essence of nature. Thank you for sharing!