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Something off the beaten path.

Friday, March 25, 2011

For thee to force thyself upon them on the prow of early fortitude
To recline in jaded stories told like fabric stretched upon the loom

Moreover, not that I should care for streams in rivulets divide
What was once a dream of castles now fades in eventide

Alas, upon those shores I lay a stone of fond remembrance
Those times when eagerly we strove up paths of youthful merriment

On paper bridges now we strive in somber sonnets din
Ere, what was once the mandrakes tine now resides in fate and whim
.
(C) richard lloyd cederberg
2011
�� A NEW RACE OF HuMANS

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Reviewed by Jms Bell

Reviewed on September 6, 2024

INDEED...LIFE. MOVING FROM WHAT ONCE WAS...TO WHAT IT IS...THEN FALLING BEAUTEOUSLY UPON A PIECE OF PAPER WITH FADING, UN-REGRETTED IMPRESSIONS OF HOW ...IT USED TO BE. DONE PERFECTLY, MY FRIEND AND ENJOYED. THANK YOU. LOVE,BLESSINGS AND FAITH...HIS+INSPIRATIONS

Reviewed by karen logan

Reviewed on May 8, 2011

Hello Richard, Wonderfully written. A cut above the rest. Sincerely, Karen

Reviewed by Gianetta Ellis (Reader)

Reviewed on April 21, 2011

I love everything about this. It feels classical and all at once universally and always relevant. It reminds me of a quote from a favorite movie - it went something like, "...my dreams, they didn't work out, but I'm glad I had them." Your "Alas, upon those shores I lay a stone of fond remembrance" makes me believe the subject has given dreams-gone-by the "okay" to rest in peace. Youthful merriment may not always manifest as we'd like, but it was youthful merriment, nonetheless - inherently valuable.

Reviewed by Sheila Roy

Reviewed on April 3, 2011

I agree with Phyllis. You have some great lines in this poem, Richard. My favorite is the simile about the fabric. Nicely penned. Love and hugs,
Sheila

Reviewed by Phyllis Jean Green

Reviewed on March 30, 2011

So much to admire in these few short lines.

"fabric stretched upon the loom" "streams in rivulets divide"

"strove up paths of youthful merriment" +++++

Encore! ENCORE!! :)

Reviewed by William Bonilla

Reviewed on March 30, 2011

A profoundly enjoyable read
Peace

Wiliiam

Reviewed by jude forese

Reviewed on March 28, 2011

there is indeed the anxiety of crossing a over paper bridge until we reach the other side, then recounting how far we traveled without totally falling ...
excellently penned images ...

Reviewed by E T Waldron

Reviewed on March 27, 2011

so incredibly poetic, written with elegant expression,so perfectly conveyed! I love this chum,and will read it many times to savor the delicious treat,glad I can keep it;-) Thank you for sharing it!

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Reviewed on March 26, 2011

Profoundly prophetic. So much of what we think is profound, is merely paper in the wind. Thanks for reminding us.

Ron

Reviewed by D Johnson

Reviewed on March 26, 2011

In typical Cederberg style...simply fantastic.

Cheers,
Dan

Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)

Reviewed on March 26, 2011

Excellent writing dear man.....your an amazing writer......stay safe and well..Hugsss

Reviewed by Liana Margiva

Reviewed on March 26, 2011

VERY BEAUTIFUL!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva

Reviewed by John Flanagan

Reviewed on March 25, 2011

Form and language choices certainly different, Richard,
but perfectly appropriate in that 'earlier' way of expressing
for the theme in hand; i'm in love with
"...what was once the mandrakes tine now resides in fate and whim"
in another state and place we can no longer be certain of.

Bold and worthwhile, poet.

John

Reviewed by C. McGovern-Bowen

Reviewed on March 25, 2011

richly engaging, richard. love the feel herein, and, of
course, Van Gogh's "Old Man..."
be well,
carolyn

Reviewed by Karen Palumbo

Reviewed on March 25, 2011

Dreams once held shining bright
with time slowly fade into the night...

Words of wisdom and supreme beauty....

Be always safe,
Karen

Reviewed by Morgan Merriweather

Reviewed on March 25, 2011

it's never over in rivulets of re-direction like lines on a page. paper bridges or sandcastles. ~ Morgan

Reviewed by Christine Tsen

Reviewed on March 25, 2011

So many are the dreams that we grow in our garden of youth and innocence, and so few are they that thrive to blossom and bear fruit.
So insightful! But while there is breath left in us there is always the hope, the dream!!!
So many blessings to you Richard,
Christine

Reviewed by Ed Matlack

Reviewed on March 25, 2011

Well if for nothing else I surely do learn new words from you, Rich...e

Reviewed by Peter Schlosser (Reader)

Reviewed on March 25, 2011

makes me think of the attempt to buy a plane ticket to catch up to my youth. unfortunately, this for me is just not possible, or anyone else i suppose. so the years gently slip away and oftentimes i dream to recapture the zest and fire of early days only to find myself reliving these through writing or dream or daytime fancy. yes, on paper bridges we traverse the darkness (life) spanning worlds of light. excellent poetry!!

Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan

Reviewed on March 25, 2011

truly beautiful writing!

Reviewed by Gene Williamson

Reviewed on March 25, 2011

Richard, methinks you wield a bit of magic in this step
off the beaten patch. None moreso than this intriguing line:

To recline in jaded stories told like fabric stretched upon
the loom...

Beauty oozes from your pen today.

-gene.

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