brookside influences
an august moon is suspended low
horse pen branch courses silently
century oaks and hickories penetrate
night air intoxicated with dampness
amphibian croaks merge coarsely with cicadas
grinding out their ancient winged cacophony
buttery moonlight oozes lazy amid branched views
shadows sway and beckon from the weeping willow
i seek the how to coerce knockouts to bloom more
the new day looms expectant of an unfurling display
thorny threats of reprisal resonate in my night ears
my thoughts race far away to a jersey shore place
where destiny marches in clinical halls, a friendship calls
concern and love are seated side by each, not upon a beach
i seek with a voracious appetite the stratum of peace, it’s illusive
in a parallel pathway I frequent it exists, yet beyond my grasp
i know its essence, desire, cherish its perquisites, a view once held
a mounted warrior in relentless pursuit of my joy is frustration
age and experience skew perspectives and leave a cynical taste
only friendship is able to scrutinize, shape, and aid my reformation
note; knockouts are a variety of roses
I love your offering but particularly that verse. Friendship and love born from it is a treasure. Thank you, Jon. Love and peace, friend,
Regis
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
I especially love the easy way you convey deep emotion. Oh, your book is on the way at last!
Blessings,
Christine
Ron
but even more significantly for me
an excellent caring heart with the ability
to deliver at the highest level, the wordsmithing
is second to none - "buttery moonlight" - how good that is!
"my thoughts race far away to a jersey shore place..."
is highly personal and touching, i know what bothers
you here, your fears for a beloved friend, friend
to you and me and to so many others..
and the final six lines have such deep longing,
the soul calling out; i understand the 'cynical taste'
but there is salvation in friendship
stay strong, Jon, My Friend,
john
Christine
*Jon Michael* but I could
hear it talk through your
journey of plenty....
Lady Vivian
Brilliant poem to the stratum peace you desire and cherish.
Lady Mary Ann