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Ekphrastic - character study... "to be nobody but yourself - in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else - means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting" ~ E.E. Cummings
"Bowed by the weight of centuries he leans
Upon his hoe and gazes on the ground,
The emptiness of ages in his face
And on his back the burden of the world."
And from his
Cracked parched lips
Wearied prayers are offered
Daily, rolled as dice blurred words
(Being little more than gravelly whispers)
Pleading earnestly - amidst a dry mosaic of
Stones and dusty furrows - for clement rains
To reanimate the skeletal fields he once
Dreamt would be his Eden…
Even so, he tilled the earth
In languishing rhythms, scraping,
Scratching, turning, folding, speaking to it,
Loving it, hating it, as his composure
Slowly waned… Often
Snared in dark seasons of thought,
He cursed his lot - in cleaving discontent - each
Day, weathered hands bearing (doggedly) the burthen of
Family misfortune, whose dreams sifted through his fingers
On quicksilver winds and settled in places where all
Such things unrequited finally find rest
richard lloyd cederberg
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|Reviewed by Odin Roark
|A journey such as this knows no end, for it's of perpetual wonder, merely changing shapes and focus, targets and embraces. It is life, and you've captured it exquisitely.|
|Reviewed by Rafika Anderson (Reader)
|This piece is exquisitely and lovingly rendered. I felt the longing and wistfulness throughout and the painful regret we all must face when confronted with the deeds of our lives and our decisions.|
|Reviewed by kimberly gray
|Richard, new and lost around here so I am hoping you get this note that needs to find better words than thank you as you inspire me and your support is motivating! But reading this, I am leaving a huge hug for such a great piece, bravo-perfect with droplet
Thumbs up and off to read again!
|Reviewed by C. McGovern-Bowen
|tilled and tended, richard! fertile words worth pondering...
love the pic!
be well, poet
|Reviewed by Sheila Roy
|You eloquently bring him to life, Richard. This makes me reflect on my own dreams and wishes, which seem to stay just out of reach, but the hard work is being done. Makes me wonder when I will have this moment of realization - the fateful feeling, the regrets, the hardship all-for-not. Much enjoyed. Love and hugs,
|Reviewed by Diana Legun (Reader)
|Full of rich, dark, thick juices. A meat of a read.|
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|Poignantly meaningful is the manner in which you have put forth your theme, Richard. Well done. Love and peace to you,
|Reviewed by Morgan Merriweather
|R, this is so strong, but it would take a strong person to be a farmer, or him or her self.....admire the thoughts and form of this. kudos. MM|
|Reviewed by Christine Tsen
|A wonderful work inspired by Steinbeck's verse! What an ingenious and imaginative instrument this is! The poem literally grows out of the seed planted at the very beginning. The poem itself is saturated with such feeling. Truly an enjoyable read you genius head!
|Reviewed by Amber Moonstone
|I can almost feel how dry and sad the man and his land have become. Your descriptive verses are stunning in both form and meaning.
I have enjoyed this very much.
Much peace, love and light,
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|The farmer, the mainstay of society often beaten down by fate, is dying. You have captured well his countenance and what it stands for.
|Reviewed by Kate Burnside
|This amplifies the ethos of Steinbeck marvellously, Richard. Man and land are one, dust to dust for certain sure, caught forever in their enduring cycles. I also love the juxtapose of your picture and Cummings quote: it looks to me like a man crossing the rapids or it could be he's heaping mown grass; whatever, that sense of battle against/with being shaped by the natural world is strong. Excellent stuff. xx|
|Reviewed by Ed Matlack
|Without reading anyone elses comments, I have to say a farmers life is a hard one, but then again are we all not just "waiting for water" in life...I thoroughly enjoyed and will wonders never cease, understood this one in my own way...thanks for writing it...Ed|
|Reviewed by Kimmy Van Kooten
|"...Daily, rolled as dice blurred words..."
My fav line, Richard...
One can feel, here, the gamble many a planter takes in order to deal with Mother Nature, herself. There are Aces, though... she hands to those who seek to know her.
For such understanding grows and blooms with a rejuvenated hope, SO needed, to sow again...and again. . .
I pictured the quicksilver winds settling in the deep crevecis of wisdom, in the wrinkles of ole', and...under the fingernails, soil from fields of dirty-smiling farmers. . . gathering their crops of Aces!
You inspire me!
Love and Peace~
|Reviewed by Joy Hale
|A vivid and earthy look at the ups and downs of farmers everywhere; you express their plight with great detail and thought, providing us with a look into their minds and hearts so that we may take a moment to agonize along with them. Wonderfully said, Richard. A gem!
Joy L. Hale
|Reviewed by RWE SAYS BYE
|There is a rugged charm about this piece. It reminds me of the line from A.J.M. Smith's poem "The Lonely Land" ... "This is the beauty of strength broken by strength and still strong."... and also that other great Canadian poet Duncan Campbell Scott whose poem "The Forsaken" talks about a First Nations woman as "valiant, unshaken"... there is an indomitable spirit about this, and I like the ending... like Scott's final line from "The Forsaken" ... "then she had rest."
Be at peace with all you meet.
|Reviewed by Mary Ann Biddinger
|The emotions you have expressed so clearly for dreams sifted
through his fingers. Beautifully penned ~ Richard ~
Lady Mary Ann
richard lloyd cederberg