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Ekphrastic … character study -
Painting – THE FERRY – Brooks Thomas
“I saw, in gradual vision through my tears,
The sweet, sad years, the melancholy years,
Those of my own life, who by turns had flung
A shadow across me” …… Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Her nous wandered aimlessly
Through brambles and overshadows:
Being numb from self-examination, and more
Attuned to shadows than the source of shadows,
She yearned for a pleasance of living without remorse,
Or the wistful mulling of past failures, where true love
Formed on the edge of breaking waves~
And so often, her centers were
Consumed with all she’d been through,
And not where providence was bearing her,
Content in her [ferry] to be alone, she languished
Quietly for what was envisioned
In her many woolgathering’s,
To be whole
Of mind and spirit,
To be caressed and
Loved with no condition or fears,
Fitted perfectly with someone who filled
The emptiness so wholly imagining another’s
Heart beating together with hers in oneness
Laughing and loving… But all that she
Hoped for remained as mist, so
Pulling the oars lightly,
Upon a stream purling lazily,
Where ripples lapped the shores in
Monotone, and her hearts garden erred into
An inevitable autumn, upon which leaves browned and fell
richard lloyd cederberg
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|Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan
|i can so relate to this, your writing is deep and in tune with those who search for meaning|
|Reviewed by Morgan Merriweather
|melodic and melancholy these magnificient images are penned. but, more felt really. ~ Morgan|
|Reviewed by Sheila Roy
|A beautiful write, Richard. Love the sense of fate here as she flows along and ponders what's to come. Relaxing. Makes me want to take a stroll, and I would had it not snowed and the sun gone down:) hugs,
|Reviewed by Ed Matlack
|the inevitable fall is a wonderfull time of year, but here we are experiencing winter already...snow in the forecast...though rain is all we got so far...|
|Reviewed by Joy Hale
|My first time to read your work and I find myself mesmerized with the powerful poetry before me and the way your words seem to effortlessly flow from the golden quill you use when writing. Your offering is stunning, exciting, romantic. You have a devoted new fan!
Joy L. Hale
|Reviewed by Kate Burnside
|This has impacted me and absorbed me so completely, Richard. It's quite the most beautiful piece you've written, from my point of view, I think. Others have already highlighted some powerful, evocative lines but, for me, "She drifted, Pulling the oars lightly" is one of those coming-togethers of words that conveys so much more than their sum total in meaning and sentiment: therein is the spirit of this poem embodied. Stunning work, thank you. xx|
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|I agree with Jude, chum! This is magnificent as is the pic!Bravo!
|Reviewed by jude forese
|this poem works through itself marvelously ... a characterization defining the conditions of heart and soul, the sensibilities surrounding them and the environ motivating their direction ...|
|Reviewed by Liana Margiva
|...'And her hearts garden erred into an inevitable autumn, upon which leaves browned and fell'------------- EXCELLENT!!!!!!!!!!!!! VERY TALENTED!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE THIS!!!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva|
|Reviewed by RWE SAYS BYE
|vestigial reflections of a Hardy mood haunt the fringes of this fine piece... well done, Richard|
|Reviewed by Christine Tsen
|You have seen inside such profound experiences of the soul, Richard, and have written them here so gorgeously!
|Reviewed by John Flanagan
Attuned to shadows than the source of shadows"
if you'd said nothing else, Richard, you've
have said more than enough and yet the poem still grows
in thought and feeling..such a tug of heart, this work,
such understanding of our vulnerabilities.
|Reviewed by H. Lena Jones
|A deep, meaningful, and clever write, friend Richard, one that[if I've got it right] reminds me that total fulfilment can only be from our Trine God Himself. On our own, we can end up lost and confused about who we are and why we're here. Thus our search for fulfilment is never-ending.
You sure are an awesome poet!
With deep respect and admiration,
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|Elizabeth Browning well described in that melancholy other century of hers.
|Reviewed by Douglas Bentley
|You leave nothing else to tell.
Another superb masterpiece.
richard lloyd cederberg