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Robert Tiess Poem
Unflustered epoch, warmer, bright,
when all the world willed pure delight
and games gave chase through afternoons
on cloudless days in Mays or Junes:
then, time stood furthest from the mind
and spring was always close behind
wherever winter served its worst.
How we would hurry, sing, or burst
into the yards, play hide or seek,
watch butterflies, or climb to peek
beyond the forest full of thrills
to glimpse the mountain past the hills.
We swore we would explore it all,
run higher, deeper, like the ball
one throws much further thanks to age.
Impatiently we turned that page
and scurried toward maturity,
oblivious to misery.
The vernal hours vanish fast.
To those yet youthful: make them last!
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New poem submitted to the Rhyming Contest
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poetry/contests/rhyming_me__a_poem_2_15617
Prompt: Photo 3 (children playing outside)
Date: November 7, 2021
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Robert Tiess Poem
No pixelations,
8-bit art.
The resolution of my heart
exceeds electric exhibition,
desires finer definition
like watercolors
which must
f l o w
or oil paintings
setting
s
l
o
w
so every nuance saturates
that canvas where each life creates
its masterpiece of choices made:
those strokes of words
and deeds portrayed
outside the borders of a screen
where things unseen
subsist and mean
beyond a glassy lavish glow.
There's more to see, to show,
and know.
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Become a Painting theme challenge - link:
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