Retrospective Poems

A Distant Melancholy

A chick plucked off its wing
Down the tall oak branches it sung
A song sung nigh free of yearning
Down the hazy amber elm til its life hung 

Near the shore, a kindred spirit melted its last candle
Melted under the dark night sky, its damping light drew him closer
Resuscitating his clockwork, its hand ticked, he threw himself

POEM NO 10,000 a retrospective

My First poem posted here May 2007 was  an enigmatic Lanterne

Viduage

Tall
nettles-
the dutch hoe
rusting in the
shed.

My First ekphrasis (poem no 2 here ) BELLA

Bella

He
opened
the window-
in streamed his first
love
with
flowers,
dressed
in white-
she haunted his
art.

An Ekphrasis in lanterne  sequence on Marc Chagall

MY FIRST POEM I EVER WROTE poem no 3 here. a favoured form  AN ALLITERATION

Connections
Confront,clash,collide
COMBAT !
Cold shoulder,chill,cool
CUT-OFF !
Cry,crave,collect
CALL-ON !
Constant,compassion,consider
CHARITY !
Confer,commune,converse
COMMUNICATE !
Convene,concert,consensus
CONCORD !
COVENANT ! CHRIST ! CHURCH !

MY FIRST IMAGIST POEM -REFLECTIONS

Reflections

Deep into the pool
A blue moon,ephemeral,
Below white-coated peaks,
Bleak and surreal,
The transient image too soon
Dissolves,and ripples into space,
As water though my grasp.

MY FIRST CINQUAIN (after Adelaide Crapsey)

Long days
Of August sun
Where nature blinks and shrinks
The dying grass,yellowed in sleep-
Held fast

MY FIRST HIKU 

On the wind,a bell
Muffled from across the square
Raindrops fill the air
why hiku ?

HAIKU means  the ' phonetical&cultural original 'in Japanese'

whereas HIKU

is the English language version(including translations)with similar economy of words without "telling all" thereby to ' show ' (conforming to the key to true imagist poetry),&to avoid 'as'&'to' & the use of past tense verbs (often without verbs,adverbs,adjectives )A verse freed from syllabic

Lies

Oiled and preened
Plucked and tucked
Everything as it should, no
As they see it should be

Plied with cloths of gold
Piled high with gems and stones
Their shroud of protection being more like a weight of confinement.
Taking all your strength to place a single foot in front of the other.
None left to flee
None left to even turn away.

As they

A Month of Revelations

That people are great, 
but sadly they tend to be those under three and over thirty.


That everyone projects (their own hopes and fears),
but almost everyone is unaware they’re doing it.


That the generation gap is wider than ever,
and that youth in America have lost all respect for their elders.


The reason for this is the steady eroding

R Is For Retrospective

R is for RETROSPECTIVE
A poem is never merely still born,
it has its creator's eyes,ears and nose
Yet,unique it lives  a life of its own
independent,well able to stand alone

On others it can,influence,affect
energise,direct or initiate
A response,unforseen and immediate
or lie dormant,yet not dead,but waiting

Watered by another's mutual bond
resurrected,to live again,again

I recite and read aloud,
wander, lonely as a cloud,
then emulate

Retrospective a Freed Verse

RETROSpPECTIVES
unfinished
&separating
now
returning
to the allure
of  an
 invigorating
sunburst
of colour
in  memories
surfacing
becomin
 complicit
  involved
& questioning

dominated by
& inspired by
 a setting
so incarnates s
by something haunting
&engaging
so very different
&in
 lovable  images
depicting
 as if suggesting
a vulnerable
shyness
doubting yet
 embracing
tradition
 remaking
 on different terms

An Impossible Dream

I used to see an abomination, but now that I have turned into a man
it seems impossible to me, how this has come to be.
How can the two worlds I lived in, turn into a single one?
I feel like I have left my old home,
aspirations to make it to the city have come true.
I am

Constant Impossible Retrospective Fridge

Constant Impossible Retrospective Fridge

Constant impossible retrospective
On national margarita day
Empty booze bottles
Lie in front of me 


fridge poem

Introspective Retrospective

The world is full of so much angst, 
insecurity, doubt and pain.
I want to scream and shout it out, 
there are dragons here to be slain.
In introspective, crushing worlds, 
walls are built and barriers wrought, 
monoliths of the troubled mind 
where battles real and imagined are fought.
And who are we to say it's not so,

A Retrospective

bemusement
      mismatched
     in a backward glance
the worst if times
     demystified
          in transition
        s focal point
magnified in spritual images

perceptions of sincerity
     of
 

Retrospective Phases

needful..
     seeking quiet:
to wind
       down,
pass through
            fatigue-
to forget 
            phobias
             

My Earliest Retrospective Yule Tide Memories Circa Mid 1960s Act One

upon contemplating how to access 
   a lapsed half century woolworth 
   didst weigh more'n five and dime 
   afore i hove up existential ante
bell and clapper journeys 
   truncated, predicated, conjugated 
   on abundant buoyant chant 

eyelids gently shuttered while seated   

My Earliest Retrospective Yule Tide Memories Circa Mid 1960s Act Two

golden raiment trickling threnody ream
hinged present with distant past,  
   that temporarily static surreal moment in time stream 
the best part of existence, thence I became alive 
   from dormant state, an anachronistic meme 
 
now, asper the following afore 
   alluded ditty hie now aim
harmoniously exultant exuding

Yesterday a Retrospective

Yesterday it seemed so easy then
Making love and having fun without end
Life was lived in the sun
With nothing sad to focus on

They say that life is what happens when your busy
Going along at a pace that’s dizzy
Now time has passed and I look back on it all
Time to sit back while  I contemplate the

Winter '47 a Retrospective

a re-post inspired by Janice's contest

WINTER '47

Jumpers, darned with wool
Trousers, patched for school;
Shoes scuffed,left unlaced
Teeth framed in metal brace;
Dripping noses and chilblains,
Scarfs and finger mitts
Ears muffled against the chill
Free milk solid on the sill.

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