Aloutte one first songs taught in grade school . Sang as we walked down a wood path to skate on ice. Sun swallowed by clouds. Snow threatened. Memories of hockey pucks getting hit trying to get a score. Birds were quiet, gone to other shores. Shouts of friends all was heard, never more. A swallow sunrise warning of days to come.
To encompass a whole classical sonnet in a single sentence is really quite a feat. French poets at the time of Paul Valéry vied with each other to achieve such literally breathtaking outcomes.
For every beginning there is an end!
Indeed there is -- thanks, Stan
Aloutte one first songs taught in grade school . Sang as we walked down a wood path to skate on ice. Sun swallowed by clouds. Snow threatened. Memories of hockey pucks getting hit trying to get a score. Birds were quiet, gone to other shores. Shouts of friends all was heard, never more. A swallow sunrise warning of days to come.
Thank you, Richard
To encompass a whole classical sonnet in a single sentence is really quite a feat. French poets at the time of Paul Valéry vied with each other to achieve such literally breathtaking outcomes.
Many thanks, Mr. Martin
Your philosophy is hope, reconciliation I think. What a perfect ending to a beautiful poem.
Thank you, Patris
A full twenty-four hours. A beautiful poem made more lovely be your photographs.
Thank you, Monica
Lovely work, Jonathan! 😊
Thank you, Aaron
Absolutely stellar.
"and future memories complain
that time is always lurking and will take
the sunrise and the morning on its way
to afternoon and evening getting dark"