I long to write a poem with lasting impact
One to be remembered long after I’m gone
Simple, realistic, meaningful, not abstract
Probably from a real-life experience drawn.
One to be remembered long after I’m gone
A poem recited by folks who love poetry
Probably from a real-life experience drawn
Would signal for me a coveted life victory.
A poem recited by folks who love poetry
Perhaps even anthologized, widely in print
Would signal for me a coveted life victory
The meaning of my poem properly evident.
Perhaps even anthologized, widely in print
Like Poe or Kilmer, perhaps, Milton or Donne
The meaning of my poem properly evident
Maybe a strong lyric, like “Band on the Run.”
Like Poe or Kilmer, perhaps, Milton or Donne
Simple, realistic, meaningful, not abstract
Maybe a strong lyric, like “Band on the Run,”
I long to write a poem with lasting impact.
Written May 19, 2022
******This poem had special appeal to me in that a friend had brought up that I had a talent for poetry and he encouraged me to write more. I was very proud of this piece, which was written at one of my 'hideaways' where I find inspiration; nature poetry or what some call 'nature erotica'. This poem was anthologized, which makes me feel rather fortunate, since a publisher requested it among many other poets and great poems. I think I finally 'saw' what my friend had after it was officially published*****
Amid the sylvan shade,
the footpaths teem with wooded laugh,
the sylph she giggles atop aerie slumber,
tickled in soft-slender breeze;
the nectar dews,
meady-moss and carpet-leaves,
juniper and berry-sweet breath
She sings amid the sylvan shade
nothing to do but sigh and dream
her wanton-wistful way
The glade whispers wishes (weening)
tempered hush,
echoed odes of faerie-tongue forgotten rhyme,
But for the meadow and vale,
aerie eagle cries,
none has come but I;
to sit and ponder, and listen -----
homage,
amid the sylvan shade
Amid the sylvan shade,
the footpaths teem with wooded laugh,
the sylph she giggles atop aerie slumber,
tickled in soft-slender breeze;
the nectar dews,
meady-moss and carpet-leaves,
juniper and berry-sweet breath
She sings amid the sylvan shade
nothing to do but sigh and dream
her wanton-wistful way
The glade whispers wishes (weening)
tempered hush,
echoed odes of faerie-tongue forgotten rhyme,
But for the meadow and vale,
aerie eagle cries,
none has come but I;
to sit and ponder, and listen -----
homage,
amid the sylvan shade
Keith Hunt (c) 2011 Anthologized in 2012