Phil Capitano Poet Rispetto

Shimrock Falls

Here, alone, beside the sprig of Shimrock Falls
		Where memories rise from poetic slumber,
		My place of solace, whenever sadness calls.
		Among the pine and maple by the number,
		I listen, water cascades down crevice walls,
		A glossy gown for granite of raw umber.
		Let me just say, not on any map you’ll find,
		For this secret treasure’s deep within my mind.

02/03/19

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Darlene De Beaulieu October 3, 2019 at 5:29 PM Hello Phil Capitano, you really have created a beautiful place within your mind. For you are the only one that can go there. Have a nice evening my friend. Phil Capitano October 5, 2019 at 4:06 AM Thanks Dar for stopping by and commenting; always nice to hear from you. Namaste.

Sara Kendrick February 12, 2019 at 12:29 PM I have read your short work and wanted to say congrats on your win ..Way to go.. Sara Phil Capitano February 13, 2019 at 12:39 PM Thanks Sara :)

Vladislav Raven February 10, 2019 at 11:21 AM Hi Phil, this is an excellent write. Your mind must be a beautiful place my friend, for Shimrock falls seems a beautiful, peaceful place to spend a few hours. I feel the peace come over me as I do read your lines. Loved the images displayed. By the way, congratulations on the win. Have a wonderful Sunday. Your freind always....Mike. Phil Capitano February 11, 2019 at 10:05 AM Thanks Mike always a pleasure to hear from you. :)

Berteena Harmony Of The Soul February 8, 2019 at 12:15 AM I see you are well versed at your craft. You take our minds to another place within your deep thought process. ;) Phil Capitano February 8, 2019 at 7:22 AM Thanks Berteena, this is a safe place to post your work and receive positive feedback ~ to test ideas and in my case, I like to make people think outside the box. I appreciate your support. Have a great day.

Connie Marcum Wong February 5, 2019 at 12:49 AM This is gorgeous Phil! If it were not in your imagination I would want to go there! Congratulations on your win! : ) Phil Capitano February 5, 2019 at 1:53 PM Thanks Connie. That's the great part about it, I can go there any time I want. Have a wonderful day.

Carolyn Devonshire February 4, 2019 at 12:22 PM Phil, you had some very good descriptions in your poem and my favorite part was the "glossy gown for granite of raw umber." It was very difficult for me to judge this contest because contestants wrote so many incredibly beautiful poems. It's my hope that all of them will regard their entries as wonderful "stand-alone" poems. Congratulations on your win! Best wishes, Carolyn Phil Capitano February 5, 2019 at 1:52 PM Thank you Carolyn for a great contest ~ sparked missing memories resulting in this poem. Have a good day :)

Swetha Vangaveti February 3, 2019 at 11:25 AM A Master piece :) Phil Capitano February 3, 2019 at 11:44 AM Thanks for the glowing comment. Namaste.

Heidi Sands February 3, 2019 at 11:23 AM Beautiful Phil! :) Phil Capitano February 3, 2019 at 11:46 AM I appreciate the visit Heidi. Have a good one.

Nette Onclaud February 3, 2019 at 10:31 AM ohh, such a creative exploration of the theme so masterfully done, phil... mine looks pale compared to this.. huggs

Wendy Watson February 3, 2019 at 9:08 AM There's such a good flow to this poem,Phil and I love the 'glossy gown' imagery. I too wondered if you meant 'spring' and 'shamrock' but you know best the secrets of your mind! Wendy Watson February 4, 2019 at 12:23 PM Gosh- I am becoming so enlightened on this site! I had heard of sprig but never as a mist and the word shimrock is a first! I also only learned for the first time from someone else's poem the meaning of 'Whisky Jacks'! Phil Capitano February 3, 2019 at 11:43 AM Thanks for such great comments; sprig is a spray or light mist and Shimrock is the name given to shimmering rocks, coated by water and mosses.

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart February 3, 2019 at 9:07 AM Damn, I so want to be there. Wonderful poem Phil. xomo

Silent One February 3, 2019 at 8:36 AM Nice rhymes.... is it not Shamrock?

Vijay Pandit February 3, 2019 at 7:49 AM Wonderful imagery, Phil.