solo song
two o'clock
hoots of owls follow
frost on blossoms
moths go to glows
no sorrow
from Oxford to Troy
poor worlds look to gods
who don't know how
or forgot to look
good worlds follow
no forlorn cosmology
no worry, no frowns
books of old
proofs of worth
gods of glory
bold words told
common folk
now monotony
month on top of month
smooth topology
no bomb now to rock worlds
orb of gold
prolongs snowstorms
drowsy forts drown
snow blows
low moon
lost fools
own worst folly
cold cold
no blooms
swords not plows
booms
dooms
food for worms
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An excerpt from A Chorus of Voices by Kurt Messick
Dry Bones Press, February 2003
oh my goodness........is it all so basic, like a food chain thing.....all this greatness, all the minute......
all the circle of life..........
gee, and this morning I brushed my teeth (as usual)
should i have skipped that ritual?
I guess the swords can put things into perspective, depending on what end you are facing........
this makes me sad.........
its like a graceful news report..........dressed up
but your point does ring true and clear......and that makes this a valid and talent write........
pax..........A
here we are. You are a poet and I am a poet. My passion are intense as are your own. Your poetry is beautiful with a purified blessing while mine is self righteous and sometimes too passionate for reads.
I often wonder why you read my poems like you do but you are, in one word...faithful to me. IT is you who is steady and devoted, unconditionally. Me...I am a mortal and full of the transgressions of the mortals. MY needs are full with their compliance as empty as the well on an arid oasis.
Thank you for being who you are and for being my friend.
Hello Fr. Kurt!
This one conjures up a picture of a deep silence pervading all except for one small room where the light from a single lamp throws shadows on the walls and a figure sits at a clutterd desk, nonchalantly wading through fogotton, dust covered, leather bound books and Time magazines!
Hmm..Kurt..you have left me in a daze..your poem is pregnant with yearning and a loneliness difficult to define..
solo song
two o'clock
hoots of owls follow
Why do I say this?..perhaps the "solo..two 0'clock " scenario is quite familiar to me...sigh..
Well, at least I'm NOT "solo" in such wee hours of the morn..*smile...it seems I have company...a friend by the name of Kurt...
Bless you..
vesna
PS Many thanks for the warm reviews..my appreciation is endless..*smile*
Reviewed by Al Swanson (Reader)
Reviewed on January 13, 2004
Hey Fr I thought this was great, um, I was particularly fascinate by the reference to blossums in the first half of the verse, now that was interesting, this poem had a quainted gentleness too, like flow, I think it the bloom you mention was blooming souls, although it could refer to aythng hidden that blooms, it was kind of a frightful poem to me, ty al
From First Love to its destructive end and on to new beginnings, Mary Angela Nangini's poems explore the birth and death of a relationship. The powerful poems are presented in two parts with an introduction to her next book My Ontario Beautiful. (Th
A further collection of poems, many from years in the Middle East, but also the California San Francisco and Central Coast areas (Santa Cruz, Carmel, Big Sur, Berkeley, etc.).
all the circle of life..........
gee, and this morning I brushed my teeth (as usual)
should i have skipped that ritual?
I guess the swords can put things into perspective, depending on what end you are facing........
this makes me sad.........
its like a graceful news report..........dressed up
but your point does ring true and clear......and that makes this a valid and talent write........
pax..........A
here we are. You are a poet and I am a poet. My passion are intense as are your own. Your poetry is beautiful with a purified blessing while mine is self righteous and sometimes too passionate for reads.
I often wonder why you read my poems like you do but you are, in one word...faithful to me. IT is you who is steady and devoted, unconditionally. Me...I am a mortal and full of the transgressions of the mortals. MY needs are full with their compliance as empty as the well on an arid oasis.
Thank you for being who you are and for being my friend.
Love and blessings,
Susan
its richness continues to grow
on me --
good write,
john+
♫ Jackie
This one conjures up a picture of a deep silence pervading all except for one small room where the light from a single lamp throws shadows on the walls and a figure sits at a clutterd desk, nonchalantly wading through fogotton, dust covered, leather bound books and Time magazines!
Enjoyed this!
Thank you :}
Love Tinka
solo song
two o'clock
hoots of owls follow
Why do I say this?..perhaps the "solo..two 0'clock " scenario is quite familiar to me...sigh..
Well, at least I'm NOT "solo" in such wee hours of the morn..*smile...it seems I have company...a friend by the name of Kurt...
Bless you..
vesna
PS Many thanks for the warm reviews..my appreciation is endless..*smile*
Trixie :)