Books by richard lloyd cederberg
image along meyers creek beach, oregon: rlc
Felt endless in
Vapory moist air,
The sounds, and
Those fleeting moments
Involving hummingbirds there
In sudden peripheral blurs giggling
As they darted past
in ritual together
Moved as one along
Hand in hand,
Shoulder to shoulder,
Heart to heart,
Humming melodies born of love
As we delighted in the pleasantness
Of creek and forest and wildflowers
Along where earth and sea conjoin
And where, on
Gently sloping shores,
Waves fell upon and withdrew
In drone cadence
On the way,
As it often is in life,
A glimpse of cycles emerges,
Types and shadows in the cries
Of gulls vying for a noisome carcass
In frenzied competition to gorge upon death,
So we watched,
Instead of turning back,
Until the gulls got suspicious
They flew off
Her mood darkened
And with pained expression
She remembered her best friend
Who died in tenth grade, so
I draw her nearer,
To chase away the sorrow,
But tears fall all the same
Along the imprints of plovers and
Squiggly markings of sea turtles
Where we amble
About life and what matters
As a briny mist flattens our hair
And sand and pebbles are shuffled in
The constant harmony of change
richard lloyd cederberg
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|Reviewed by Patrick Granfors
|The triggers are everywhere when grief is unresolved. Music is my achilles' heel. From out of nowhere a simple piano tune can release a flood whose origin (I think) is unknown. Patrick|
|Reviewed by Sheila Roy
|"Until the gulls got suspicious" - lol.
Nature is a fierce reminder of the cycle of life. Somehow it's much harder to ignore when we shut down the technology and live in the moment. A tender glimpse here. Steady ahead...
Love and Hugs,
|Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan
|whispering about life and what matters--beautiful!|
|Reviewed by jude forese
|one of your best ... a great read, quite visual as well as emotionally vibrant ...|
|Reviewed by Liana Margiva
|EXCELLENT!!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE IT!!!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva|
|Reviewed by Dawn Anderson
|So beautifully soft....a keeper, Richard.it goes into my library.|
|Reviewed by Debashish Haar
|Well written, Richard. Evocative and intense.|
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
|Aye. It all come to that, then. That darkness beyond. The mysterious darkness of death according to which guru you talk to, i.e., Baptist Preacher or some robed creature sitting atop some jagged cliff in the Himalayas. Rich or poor, beautiful or ugly, intelligent or dumb as a shoe, we all travel that road alone, no matter how many there happens to be in the room. so, yes, she did cry for her friend and herself in the darkness of her own end.
Hi Richard, nice work.
|Reviewed by John Flanagan
|Subtle progression here, Richard, from the initial, almost casual, usual feelings associated with such water-edge strolling to personal and intense memories and on to universal shift and inevitable accepted change.
"In drone cadence" is particularly striking.
As Gene says, a perfect beach poem.
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|Beautifully crafted life and death on the beach of life.
|Reviewed by Gene Williamson
|A perfect beach poem, Richard...and one for my library. -gene.|
|Reviewed by Peter Schlosser (Reader)
|This is so humble and gentle and beautiful that it gives meaning to the human condition all over again. The words tie me right into the salty mists and cold, moist sands.|
|Reviewed by Ed Matlack
|Nice curl in that wave, where are they all when I am out surfing...e|
|Reviewed by Christine Tsen
|Wonderful poem! Now this one delves deep. So absorbing and tender.