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The Remaking

I stand where the sunset hugely spills Out upon subdued but still hotly Glowering plains... Now, perhaps, I should wistfully Recall my own homelands; her Diminished and flattened hills, Stretched and sleeping, far from yonder Adjacent wolfen domains. Vast plains, which, although of Unmatched grandeur, neither embolden To embrace upon mine passions... Or impart the reinforcement of Heartening succour...which the comfort Of those broken hills so pleasingly fulfils! For such is the pressing need to once More imbibe the contriteness that is The poor substance of this natives air; Whilst, under cacophonous arrangement Of timeless and haranguing bars, Casting off all gaudy encumberment - Thee imposition of these finely stitched Robes, To wander through uninhibited Fields: rudely revealed whence left Fallow and bare! And, humbling myself, but ne'er as Bold as Endymion, before vigilant Selene's disdainful glare, I would'st endeavour, rightly or not to Thusly suppose, To re-invent a lofty purpose beneath The hurtling rails of screaming stars; Here, in happy destitution, to wrap Abouts in tattered remnants of Ragged moonlight...thrown aside When callously abandoned there. Inspired by the "Pure" genius that was William Butler Yeats!

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Jeanne Mcgee

Date: 8/30/2020 5:59:00 PM

Again I am humbled by your ability to write such images and impressions so brilliantly. Your enjambments are well placed to carry the breath along. Yeats would say bravo.

James Swartz

Date: 1/25/2018 11:10:00 AM

A wonderful write John! This is just fabulous and written perfectly from beginning to end.

John Fleming
Date: 1/29/2018 2:37:00 AM

Thanks, James. I think at times I might read a little too much Yeats...but he my most favourite poet of all. My very best regards, James. :) john

Afzal Nusker

Date: 1/2/2018 7:35:00 AM

I feel enriched whenever I read your poems, John. Only a poet of your caliber could pen something like this.

John Fleming
Date: 1/8/2018 3:28:00 AM

Thank you, Afzal -- this is a really lovely thing to say of anyone persons poetry! My very warmest regards, Afzal! :) john

Eileen Manassian

Date: 10/8/2017 1:29:00 PM

What a poem! I like your use of vocabulary here, John. These are words that I rarely use in my poetry, but you have utilized them to weave a feeling of nostalgia so well. :)

John Fleming
Date: 10/9/2017 2:21:00 AM

Hi, Eileen -- Lovely to see you making an appearance here at my little corner of the "Soup" - Hope you are keeping well! Thank you for your kind comments...they are, of course, always appreciated by me. Much obliged, Eileen - Cheers! :) john P.s I will catch up on your latest poems very soon. :)

Becca Teagan

Date: 10/4/2017 9:24:00 AM

wow this is amazing poetry here, John, I'm in awe. This surely was inspired!

John Fleming
Date: 10/5/2017 8:35:00 AM

Hi, Becca. So very nice to see you have paid me a visit...as always it is! I do have to confess I am a big fan of W. B. Yeats's poetry...reading through his poems is like conversing with an old friend. Thank you, Becca, for taking the time to read my poem -- it is very much appreciated. My warmest regards. :) john

Connie Marcum Wong

Date: 10/2/2017 4:41:00 PM

Another wonderful piece in your celebrated vocabulary which extols the genius of the master Yeats! I loved it! : )

John Fleming
Date: 10/3/2017 12:17:00 PM

Indeed yes, Connie - Yeats was a "Master Poet"! I can read and re-read his beautiful poems time and time again; I always see something new in them on every occasion! An incredible poet it has to be said. My very warmest regards, Connie, my friend -- I shall be repaying you with another visit very soon - cheers, Connie! :) john

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 9/27/2017 6:16:00 PM

And this is pure genius how you honored Yeats with your poem!!

John Fleming
Date: 9/28/2017 8:08:00 AM

The man was a colossus! Yes he was an elitist but considering the society he was born into and the turbulent times in which he lived this should come to no ones surprise; like his confidant and biggest admirer, Ezra Pound, they both believed that superior writing could influence and change the world for the good -- how they would have loved the internet!! My very sincerest thanks, Andrea. Your friend. :) john

Pipping Stars

Date: 9/27/2017 11:23:00 AM

"callously abandoned" ... pfft ... nice little skit ...

John Fleming
Date: 9/27/2017 1:18:00 PM

Ahhh, my mistake! Must have you mixed up with someone else...either that or you have a doppelganger! My apologies! How very peculiar it all is? :) john

Pipping Stars
Date: 9/27/2017 1:03:00 PM

who the dirty word is "Tim" ... what the he'll is wrong with you ...

John Fleming
Date: 9/27/2017 12:22:00 PM

Why...thank you, Tim - Much obliged for the visit and comments! My warmest regards. :) john

Patricia Cresswell

Date: 9/26/2017 5:03:00 PM

Your poem reminds me of here somehow. I get the same feeling of vastness and silence. One can see the circled horizon and know the earth is not flat. I much prefer the prairies to the city and the purity of the land to asphalt. Thank you, although I may be much mistaken in my reading. I sit here content and happy from your words.

John Fleming
Date: 9/26/2017 8:12:00 PM

Well, Patricia, it has just gone 02.00 Am here; I have just finished my rather meagre, but sustaining, meal...and I am looking out over the cold tracks past where the playing fields stretch away to the lines of streets with their slated houses. It too has a sort of empty vastness associated with it...all rather lovely in its way! Night, night. :) john P.s No rest for the wicked! Lol :)

Silent One

Date: 9/25/2017 10:41:00 AM

You always write so well when talking from personal appearance.. You gripped me from the beginning.. Whose is Selene?

John Fleming
Date: 9/26/2017 2:26:00 PM

Thank you, Silent One for your kind remark. Selene is a Greek Goddess who associates with the Moon; she was the lover of the beautiful mortal man..."Endymion". All the very best, S.O - Cheers! :) john

Thvia Shetley

Date: 9/25/2017 7:47:00 AM

I am never disappointed when I come to read your work. Favorites lines: For such is the pressing need to once More imbibe the contriteness that is "The substance of this natives air; And, under cacophonous arrangement Of timeless and haranguing bars"

John Fleming
Date: 9/26/2017 2:21:00 PM

Thank you, Thvia! As per usual I have knocked the poem around a bit! Chipped away at it here and there: added the odd word, taken one away, messed about with the grammer; I am a lot more happier with it now! If you can spare a moment please look at it again, and then let me know what you think. My very warmest regards, Thvia...and my very best wishes! :) john