Passing By (poem) by Michelle M Mead on AuthorsDen

Passing By
by Michelle M Mead → (All Poetry by Michelle M Mead)
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Based on the beautiful artwork of Jan Eubanks, her painting entitled "Coast In England" Please check out her work at the website http://www.johnscreekfineart.com/jan_eubanks.htm Thanks, too, to Regis, for reminding me.

compressed humanity with cobblestone airs on hills in sooty hats jangle the change in the pockets of tradition still air to breathe exhaling individuality onto bluest skies with clouds in proper places and gossamer gowns yes, shops still close at nine peeking faces dampening dreams with nits to pick and tsks to give to restless souls with shoes of old some to sleep tucked in tight passing by their lives for the sports cars and designer labels while miracles happen in barren blocks of simple dreams for those too scared to dream of humility missing the magic of staying small amidst the day's dawning light where angels are born in empty hands

Reviewed by Lois Christensen

Reviewed on August 5, 2008

Reviewed by Mary Patterson

Reviewed on May 1, 2008

Great images in this captivating poem.......M

Reviewed by Sanja Dayslink (Reader)

Reviewed on April 30, 2008

You words are always so captivating, keep on sharing a glimpse into your world of poetry.

Sanja xo

Reviewed by Dark Knight (Reader)

Reviewed on April 29, 2008

very nice poetry

Reviewed by Kate Burnside

A colourful write of contrasts here, Michelle. Your first stanza is totallly knockout... so reminiscent of some of the "chocolate box" villages I know. You capture the manifold characters through the ages so well. If I find the first part of the poem to speak of bygone eras, then the second part certainly brings me bang up to date with images of sports cars and designer labels! And it IS a bitter irony that we always hanker after the other man/woman's grass... I think such country coastal idylls here were amongst the first to go with all things "mod" when the glories of the 50s and 60s struck, desecrating what to us would be their olde worlde charm. Good social comment poem as well as being so Dylan Thomas in it's artistic eye and character capture. You have juxtaposed your ideas well in this poem and introduce that idea of modern "airiness" in the form you have chosen... as opposed to the denseness of huddled-together cottages and thatched roofs! Excellent work as always. I must check out the link... Kate xx

Reviewed by Jon Willey

Reviewed on April 28, 2008

Wonderfull painting. Another breath taking poem. Thanks for sharing with the little people such as myself. You have so much to teach. I have so much to learn. Jon Michael Willey

Reviewed by Brian Hartford (Reader)

Wounderful imagery.

Reviewed by Christine Alwin

Very moving write,, and much to ponder,, well done!

Reviewed by Dawn Anderson

Reviewed on April 27, 2008

Beautiful

Reviewed by Randall Barfield

Much to ponder over in this one. Nice atmosphere and artwork.

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

As per usual; your words leave me dizzy. Thank you, Michelle. You are such a sweetie, if I may say so respectfully,

Love and hugs,

Reg xo

Reviewed by John Flanagan

I love this. The opening five lines reminded me very much of Dylan Thomas...and that's a very good reminder
John

Reviewed by Axilea MU

"barren blocks", "cobblestone airs" are felt in your poem from beginning to end. Short, condensed, visually coherent, this is very fine poetry indeed.

Axilea

Reviewed by Gene Williamson

Not a bad line in the bunch. John Lennon himself*
could not have done better than
jangle the change
in the pockets of tradition...
*or not one else

Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)

Very nice writing sweet lady....have a wonderful and safe day...Hugs

Reviewed by Paul Berube

What can be said after Andy's review? He said it all and then some too. ;-) Very nice piece of work Michelle. God bless.