Morning Sounds of a Misty Morning
by stan n nassano
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
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A steaming cup of black coffee, I pause
for those long ago mornings, past
A slowly released ensemble, a low rumbling
performed by Stumpy and Dakota
stretching and twitching
the new day awake
memories, of a prior nights' hunt
running those wooded Kentucky
now buried under fallen leaves
a slowy bellowed, exhaled ,yawn
that only, well rested large hounds
after,......... a well rested,deserved
to the quiet,humming of the morning
softly muffled, quick paced steps
across my ceiling
and I know
some sounds, you will always
miss. lost, .lost in the misty
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|Reviewed by The Poetess
|This is so heart touching. That last verse! Really sweet.|
|Reviewed by K. Mulroney
|You have not been writing much have you? We can't have this going on! I wasn't here and i have about two hundred that I had when I left here. Get mad, write a poem, can't sleep, write a poem. Can't write a poem? WRITE A POEM! I am happy to see you too!|
|Reviewed by steve Chering
|Thanks for reviewing my Rainbow poem. I liked you take on it very much.
Yours of course is a million miles away and superb! I can easily relate to this, being an early morning 'angler myself.
Some of the sights and sounds in my fishing moments have inspired me also. Well written indeed ..Steve C. And, can I come climbing? lol
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|The have recalled, recreated, and shared the mood effectively via your verses, Stan. Thank you. Love and peace,
|Reviewed by blue soplain
|i hate to say it, but that ending hurt.
such a soft tragedy.
but i always enjoy the way you crush a heart gently.
|Reviewed by D Johnson
|Well done, Stan, very well done!
|Reviewed by Mr. Ed
|I, too, love misty mornings, especially in the wood, and I posted a poem recently called Foggy Wood Morn.|
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|Stan, your imagery is always so intimate,
just a joy to read and imagine!Superb poem!
|Reviewed by Myrna Badgerow
|Love it...love it...love it!!!! It's so nice to read you and I am hoping you are feeling better..))
|Reviewed by Karen Palumbo
|How smoothly this transitions and keep those pups close for future hunts...
Be always safe,
|Reviewed by Gene Williamson
|Stan, I like the way you enclose the morning mood
in the steaming coffee and the morning mist. -gene.
|Reviewed by Mary Lacey, Desertrat
Very interesting write. The beginning is so relaxing, than becomes so sad. And I agree with Cindy, you can visualize this scene quite vividly.
|Reviewed by Cindy Tuttle
|Stan, This is so well written!I can visualize this scene well because of your wonderful writing.Thank you!