Rhonda Johnson-Saunders Poet Rhyme

A Poet's Cry

When farthest fields of tall
           grasses are dry and harshly mown. 
Then, wildflowers to the wind fall
           where beauty had once shown.
Wren and robin in mourning call 
           with songs of somber tone.   
Men who are proud at nightfall, 
           laugh in haughty baritone.    
Penning truths, poets wrap shawls 
           over spirits who moan.
Again, through the season’s squall, 
            a poet cries alone.
Glen of glowing words comfort all 
            on path from birth to stone.



Written 6/30/20   
Contest - Triple Rhyme 
Sponsor - Beth Evans

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Aditi Mishra July 15, 2020 at 2:18 PM This verse reflects so many of your poetic traits Rhonda. It is a pleasure to read and enjoy them. I love how it emanates the fragrance of your ink through those flowers. Congratulations on your win. Blessings and love :)

John Hamilton July 15, 2020 at 10:52 AM Congrats Rhonda, I can see why this is a winner, a difficult rhyme but you pulled it off beautifully, a wonderful write full of somber tones! Usually I find mono rhyme a little contrived but this one no way, I gotta fave this beauty!!

James Inman July 12, 2020 at 11:00 PM Very well written, I like this one very much Beth.

William Kelii Kekaula July 12, 2020 at 2:44 AM Exquisitely witty, Rhonda, a delightful rendering, my friend and my compliments on your 1st Place win -- Aloha from Hawaii~@William

Eric Cohen July 11, 2020 at 2:58 PM Wonderful and captivating. This is real poetry throughout. So hard to do in this form. Congrats, Rhonda.

Andrea Dietrich July 11, 2020 at 1:55 PM wow, I can see how this got a first place. EXCELLENT writing indeed, Rhonda. Congrats.

John Watt July 11, 2020 at 1:45 PM Oh, this is so rich, Rhonda! The rhythms and rhymes are excellent, the underlying message of a poet bringing comfort through words is deep and meaningful. The plaintive tone you set resolves into hope with your wonderful last line, "Glen of light and words comfort all on path from birth to stone." Hearty congrats for your #1, this is a fave for me ~ John

Paula Goldsmith July 11, 2020 at 11:56 AM Congratulations on your win. "Beautiful" So True. Love it and your picture. Enjoy your win and day.........

Janice Canerdy July 11, 2020 at 8:38 AM CONGRATS on your win with this fine poem, Rhonda. I especially like the "shawl" line. Janice

Jenna Logan July 11, 2020 at 8:17 AM Hi, Rhonda. Congratulations on your lines being honored. My favorite line is the third one.

Panagiota Romios July 3, 2020 at 10:37 AM I see a winner here! Tres Bien! Panagiota xx Rhonda Johnson-Saunders July 6, 2020 at 9:10 PM Thank you, my friend...so sweet of you! Blessings, Rhonda xx

Frederic Parker July 2, 2020 at 5:03 PM a very strong poem of immaculate poetry, dear poet...bravo Rhonda Johnson-Saunders July 2, 2020 at 5:16 PM Thank you, Frederic! Blessings, Rhonda xx

Caren Krutsinger July 2, 2020 at 3:33 AM This is BEAUTIFUL! You have risen to the occasion and surpassed what would be expected in this contest and others. Rhonda Johnson-Saunders July 2, 2020 at 5:14 PM Thank you, Caren, so sweet of you! Blessings, Rhonda xx

Gershon Wolf July 1, 2020 at 8:33 PM Double WOW! Every line a supreme delight, Rhonda. FAVE. FAVE. FAVE. All-time FAVE. Pure Poetry. Thanks, Gershon Rhonda Johnson-Saunders July 2, 2020 at 5:13 PM Thanks, Gershon. I wasn't so sure about the flow, but your comment has boosted my confidence! Blessings, Rhonda xx

Jan Allison July 1, 2020 at 11:15 AM wow you have nailed this challenging form i especially love the line with the poet's shawl:-) good luck in the contest:-) hugs jan xx Rhonda Johnson-Saunders July 2, 2020 at 5:12 PM Thanks, Jan. Blessings, Rhonda xx

Vijay Pandit July 1, 2020 at 6:26 AM Expertly written, as always. So many lovely lines like...Pen in hand, a poet wraps a shawl over spirits who moan...Again, through the season’s squall, that poet cries alone..a winner for me, Rhonda, with all those well executed rhymes. Rhonda Johnson-Saunders July 2, 2020 at 5:11 PM Thank you, Vijay. I appreciate your kind words. :) Rhonda xx