by Silvia Hartmann
Thursday, July 13, 2006
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An exercise in simple iambic pentameter ...
Your words are of wisdom, your song is the sky
Deep ultraviolet to the stars up high
Whilst the red fox roams in hills of old
and sunsets serenade the world in gold.
Green are the valleys, green and blue
sweeping to distant hills in a view
that encompasses near and far between
a world of wonder like I've never seen.
As mornings arise, in eve's silent sleep
to my trails and travails I most steadfastly keep
love lost, love lorn, love found, love received
I won't leave my heart, lest it leaves me bereaved.
All of this near, and far, far away,
I am sorry that I can no longer now stay
the road is calling, it is time to be gone,
all that is left will be memory's song.
Here, all things are always right by your side
here you are child, mother, ancient and bride
here you are young each every new day
here is your home, and here, you will stay.
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|Reviewed by Liana Margiva
|I like your sentences, they are beautiful. Liana Margiva.|
|Reviewed by richard cederberg
|Just a lovely flowing piece Silvia. Wonderfully done. Crafted like a piece of sculpture.
Richard Lloyd Cederberg
|Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
|Absolutely beautiful. This would make a wonderful song.|
|Reviewed by Helen Downey
|Your words have complimented the picture through your great imagery. Thanks for sharing.
|Reviewed by Sage Sweetwater
|For the year-rounder or day-tripper, a poetic foothold, verse of five metrical feet, and I have a toehold where I see the great blue heron at the frog pond. Memory's Song has other-century aspects and nature's everyday facets, (camouflage art) and there are but few on the trail with you and me Silvia, but the hermit...maiden, mother and crone...