I'm happy that my poem initiated a discussion. It does resemble the form of Frost's Stopping By Woods On a Snowy Evening, but I was not intending to emulate Frost. I wrote this years ago when I lived in Florida and would walk my dog every day near Coffee Pot Bayou in Saint Petersburg. The sounds of that day seem to blend together and one sound would lead my attention to another sound and so on. This is one of my favorite poems. I'm happy you liked it.
I feel like there's so much to say, that I don't know what to say. This poem is packed with beauty. I love, as I said below, all the sh-sounds. And so many gorgeous images like, "the wind silvers the leaves." Appreciating this one too, "my hand a stranger to my eye." And don't get me started on the ending. Thanks for writing this, Rick, and thanks for sharing it here, EDP.
The sounds in this poem are incredible. I could sit with it for a long time!
My recollection is that Rick wrote this poem after Robert Frost. Maybe I can get him to come over and deny or confirm this notion. :)
I love all the soft sh-sounds - adds a hushing quality to the texture of the poem.
I'm happy that my poem initiated a discussion. It does resemble the form of Frost's Stopping By Woods On a Snowy Evening, but I was not intending to emulate Frost. I wrote this years ago when I lived in Florida and would walk my dog every day near Coffee Pot Bayou in Saint Petersburg. The sounds of that day seem to blend together and one sound would lead my attention to another sound and so on. This is one of my favorite poems. I'm happy you liked it.
I feel like there's so much to say, that I don't know what to say. This poem is packed with beauty. I love, as I said below, all the sh-sounds. And so many gorgeous images like, "the wind silvers the leaves." Appreciating this one too, "my hand a stranger to my eye." And don't get me started on the ending. Thanks for writing this, Rick, and thanks for sharing it here, EDP.