Like the poet from the past Whose name brings to mind Images of frozen fields on silver mornings, I wanted to stop by woods On a snowy evening, But I could not find woods And the snow felt like ashes.
So I went to the lake But the lake was a lie; A mirage rippled On its tarmac surface.
So I went to the river But the river was dry And its bed was as red As the surface of Mars.
So I went to the sea But the waves were caustic And a sign said, "Beware, Walk here if you dare."
So I looked to the sky But the sky was not there; Just an edge on the eve of beyond, And no place to stop...
Oh yes, felt like this, I once had no place to stop, was put in a place I didn't like or maybe even deserve, but had to bear with it and better things came out of that stopping place I was forced to bear. I lost my sailing on the lake, and going to the sea, I lost my fishing at the River, for years til I came out and the sky was bluer than ever and life was truer than ever - for a while at least.
YES, REGIS....I REMEMBER FEELING LIKE THIS MANY YEARS AGO...BEFORE I KNEW THE LORD. I HAD NO ONE TO TURN TO...NO PLACE TO STOP. BOY! AM I GLAD THAT HE FOUND ME! WELL DONE AND A KEEPER FOR SURE. A WONDERFUL, SINCERE SHARING OF A SOUL...SEARCHING...FOR PEACE. THANKS FOR SHARING AND GOD BLESS YOU. LOVE, JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
In fact, we seem to be on the same page as Hank Williams (Long Gone Lonesome Blues -- "I went down to the river to watch the fish swim by; when I got to the river, so lonesome I wanted to cry; but when I jumped in the river, the gol-durn river was dry...") and Chris Rea (Road to Hell, Part 2 -- "Well, I'm standing by a river; but the water doesn't flow; it boils with every poison you can think of; and I'm underneath the streetlight; but the light of joy I know; scared beyond belief, way down in the shadows..." What would Robert Frost make of all of this?
A very good write. I had my own interpretation when I read this. Reading through the reviews, I see others saw it differently. When this happens, to me it says, "Great work" because the write lets each reader find their own meaning to the words written. Very deep and thought filled write.
Sherry
Reviewed by Kevin Mc Crum (Reader)
Reviewed on September 1, 2004
where do you turn next?
outstanding verse as expected!!
"No Place To Stop" tells a story and delivers a warning entwined troughout its lines.
The message is clear, and echoes: "WAKE UP WORLD, take what you need, but don't kill the rivers; don't kill the vegetation, don't kill the forest; and don't be indfferent."
This poem is a FLOWER in the Vase of Poetry on a Pedestal at the Basilica of the Poets!
Oh, yes, dear Regis, I have indeed felt like this... but somehow, Nature has always managed to offer me a place to stop and rest, even when I wasn't receptive or at peace enough to listen to its invitation. This is a very lovely and very touching expression of inner disquietudes.
Thank you for your kindness,
Love&Light,
Alexandra*
Wonderful, thought-provoking work Regis...one can see a number of things in these lines including the end of the earth, the end of a relationship, the end of time.......but every end brings a beginning. This is great work - and the artwork accompanying, as usual, is totally on the money - captures the flavor of the words perfectly.
Reviewed by Fletcher Bailey (Reader)
Reviewed on August 29, 2004
Regis, srong poetic truth with this one, very strong...I hope we can stop the distruction of this wonderful planet before it is too late...thansk for sharing this great poem.
I suppose it could all be but a simple state of mind. If you believe there is "No place to Stop" you won't find one, think positive thoughts my friend, and you will find a place to stop.
Thought provoking write though.
That would be awful Regis,a nightmare,I think i might have been there once.
The picture above your fantastic poem is awesome too.
Great work!
Best wishes
from
kay.
Reviewed by Lady Peg (Reader)
Reviewed on August 28, 2004
Regis ,
This art and poem are perfection ...
"
Like the poet from the past
Whose name brings to mind
Images of frozen fields on silver mornings,
I wanted to stop by woods
On a snowy evening,
But I could not find woods
And the snow felt like ashes.
"
I know this too well, Regis. Interestingly, I knew you would quote Frost as soon I saw the title and picture. That's how well I know this state of mind. I like the rhythms of this piece.
Reviewed by Karen Chalfant (Reader)
Reviewed on August 28, 2004
Wonderful poem! Almost like a dream you can't wake up from then you finally wake up; A situation you feel you can't get out of then you finally get out of it, because nothing lasts forever...
Dear Regis,
This is like getting a custard pie in the face. I like poetry that makes you think and you are right on the money here. ummmm.....
Now I'm stuck for words. Darn and that doesn't happen often ;-) Thanks friend!
Chanti
If you need a beach to stop on, I have one or two, beautiful clear ocean water, sand so clean you can't find one shell to step on...feel free to join me on my personal island in NJ...Peace found, Ed & rufuz
You posed a question, Regis: my answer is no, I can't recall ever feeling this way... BUT... BUT... I responded to your poem because the writing, the phrasing and the images allowed me to peek in at this vision and experience a very human level of feeling. It's not easy to see through another's eyes, but your poetry made it happen. This is really a wonderfully emotive piece! katy xox.
Regis, this is an exceptionally well-penned poetic prelude clearly illustrating your tremendous talent ready to burst forth and shatter the known barriers which one often faces on their journey to find tranquility my friend. Excellent work. Thank you for sharing your stunning compositions. Take care.
Regis, an excellent piece of writing...you show the bewilderment and frustration of the seeker...when nothing holds true any longer...when you can't count on the ground beneath your feet
Wow! awesome...sad but an awesome piece Regis. very powerful!
thanks for you images.
ann
Reviewed by Anna Marie Fritz (Reader)
Reviewed on August 27, 2004
An astute observation, Regis!
Someday, though, the desecration of our earth WILL stop,
by the hand of God himself. No landlord was ever known to
burn down his house, because bad tenants defiled it. He
will kick out the destructive tenants, restore the house,
and rent it to some trustworthy people. That is what will
happen to our earth, as well.
wow, this is such an awesome write, I loved being taken along for this trip! Send me a message and let me know what you have been up to since we last talked!
been there, done that ... excellent take on Frost's attempt at peace in the woods turning into a less than peaceful excursion. life is so bloody like that sometimes. -anne
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But her rays were cold
she froze my heart
with a stroke
And though I bleed
My blood is as white
As river Jordan
Baptizing me in Peace.
(I love your poem, Regi, Huda)
Blessings, Rev Davey
You captured it beautifully, touched my heart.
ty for the smile.
pax
Anita
A very good write. I had my own interpretation when I read this. Reading through the reviews, I see others saw it differently. When this happens, to me it says, "Great work" because the write lets each reader find their own meaning to the words written. Very deep and thought filled write.
Sherry
outstanding verse as expected!!
The message is clear, and echoes: "WAKE UP WORLD, take what you need, but don't kill the rivers; don't kill the vegetation, don't kill the forest; and don't be indfferent."
This poem is a FLOWER in the Vase of Poetry on a Pedestal at the Basilica of the Poets!
I salute You, Sublime Poet!
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
Awful predicament, well penned Regis, bravo mate.
Contesse
:)Sandy
A stunning and masterful write from the start to the last brillant line, my friend - excellent!!
Robert
Thank you for your kindness,
Love&Light,
Alexandra*
I suppose it could all be but a simple state of mind. If you believe there is "No place to Stop" you won't find one, think positive thoughts my friend, and you will find a place to stop.
Thought provoking write though.
Warm hugs
Elga
Reindeer
poetically splendid, Regis
peace
Truly an outasting write
so Well Penned
William ...peace
The picture above your fantastic poem is awesome too.
Great work!
Best wishes
from
kay.
This art and poem are perfection ...
"
Like the poet from the past
Whose name brings to mind
Images of frozen fields on silver mornings,
I wanted to stop by woods
On a snowy evening,
But I could not find woods
And the snow felt like ashes.
"
Stopped in to read.
LP
Andrea
Karen
Everytime You Dream Asleep It Is Just One Of Those Endless Hells (Ypu Visit)To Endure!!
Me Poetic Prophet!
TRASK
This is like getting a custard pie in the face. I like poetry that makes you think and you are right on the money here. ummmm.....
Now I'm stuck for words. Darn and that doesn't happen often ;-) Thanks friend!
Chanti
o, this sounds familiar...yes, i've felt like this
take me awaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay
powerful writing here, dear (((friend))), hope you're okay
((((HUGS)))) and love, karla. :)
Emotions too deep penned here...warm love and Hugs to you my dear friend!!
Love Tinka
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in tx., karen lynn. :(
paix et amour a toi!
Monette
Excellent write, Regis.
Awesome poetry!
Safi
But the river was dry
And its bed was as red
As the surface of Mars."
simply awesome!
SueB
A moving, special write........ty, Dani
cutting edge poetry here ...
Gina
thanks for you images.
ann
Someday, though, the desecration of our earth WILL stop,
by the hand of God himself. No landlord was ever known to
burn down his house, because bad tenants defiled it. He
will kick out the destructive tenants, restore the house,
and rent it to some trustworthy people. That is what will
happen to our earth, as well.
Strange how we can fail to see everyday things when our hearts
are not in it...Superb poem!
My shadow and I
We walk hand-in-hand
We share all of life’s
Happiness
Pains
and
Heartaches
My shadow and I
We walk heels to heels
We share all of life’s
Sadness
Joy
and
Good things...
...we are never alone.
Copyright © Sandie Angel
January 15, 2002
Could it be the Muse is beating the retreat this weekend...Lol
Intriguing composition ...Reg..
Peter