by Kevin S. Hart
Wednesday, November 23, 2005
Rated "G" by the Author.
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Dark and Stormy
12 rue de líOdeon
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That sweet olive that bent over dirt drive
Passed away late last night.
There was no pain, no prayer, no repentance.
Cold weather, plain neglect, old age,
All of long lifeís common excuses applied
Along with continual need for rest.
Itís not that pained repentance was needed,
Though in its later years
There was little fruit given, less taken.
Even green jays and brown thrashers,
Those quarrelers that would often stop by,
Ended raucous visits as leaves curled dry.
Perhaps those live oaks, tall youths by far tank,
Will miss its wise old songs.
Advice that rustled every now and then,
Borne on chimes that greeted bright dawns,
Forgiveness of sins, psalms for future hurts
Gone, to soon become ash, chimney smoke dreams.
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|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|I weep at the untimely death (murder) of trees, Kevin. Timely words in your verses. Thank you. Love and peace.
|Reviewed by Karen Cino
|What beautiful words and imagery are displayed here. You are definitely a master poet.
|Reviewed by Mitzi Jackson
outstanding and moving
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|Hpoefully I am not mistaken...but this is a great ode to a very old tired tree....right!!
They have chopped down some very old trees alongside the main road not very far from here trying to avoid more road accidents...and the day they did it I was so very sad knowing that a legend was no more part of this beautiful part of the world!! Those trees musta been standing there at least 200 years or more!!
Par excellence Kevin!!
|Reviewed by Lisa Koosis (Reader)
|Beautifully written. Rhythmic and vivid and full of heart. This is poetry at its best.|