A penny's round

[grant hayes]

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[AlexandratheLate]

This to me had the sound of becoming part something greater than we individually are even as we die. I loved the flow of this Grant.

[grant hayes]

It is, indeed, something of a merge, Alexandra. That it flows makes my heart glow; many thanks!

[Bobby Del Boy]

How many horizons
had raised and buried suns
before our accident
found us facing semblance?

A poem about finding our selves?
With a magical/metaphorical back drop
On the shore of our favorite beach/ocean

[grant hayes]

As often happens, this is drawn directly from experience, Bobby. I was sitting by the inlet near which I live, on a favourite rock, as I made this.

[DWAYNE]

The whole piece is eloquent, with your trademark lexically precision.

How many horizons
had raised and buried suns
before our accident
found us facing semblance?


That is a GREAT PHRASE!

[grant hayes]

That seems to be a popular passage, Dwayne. It's funny, because I thought it might grasp overmuch at grandness, and so risk bathos.

[DWAYNE]

I say, risk it! It is the splash of color to the canvas.

One can always step back, but in your case, ALWAYS RISK IT!

No bathos here!

[N. Y. Sonnet]

This whole poem is incredible, and I can but echo the words of the others. How you continue to create such brilliant works never ceases to amaze me!

[grant hayes]

Each one of these pieces is my last, N Y Sonnet. Maybe I shall cease to create them at some point. It's a precipice. Many thanks for your gracious praise.

[N. Y. Sonnet]

'Twould be a sorry day indeed if you were to cease! I trust that, if such a day were to come, it lies far in the future.

[Parkinsonspoet]

So eloquent with words that unlike old dogs you teach new tricks another poem I loved. Thank you

[grant hayes]

I am an old cat, Parkinsonspoet; there is nothing new under the sun. Thank you!

[RhymeLovingWriter]

Again you have taken an observation of life and imbued it with reflection and wonder. This is a very pleasant read. Sixteen lines of six syllables each. That forms it up nicely.

[grant hayes]

Glad you saw the structure there, Rhymist; I think it worked quite well in this one. I am much occupied with the ways of water of late.

I find that if I write directly of what I see and what occurs to me as I look, I write affectingly. It may not seem so, but it's a flatly representational approach.

[RhymeLovingWriter]

I hear what you are saying, but the descriptor 'flatly' made me stop and read again. If it was so in the approach or observance, all subject matter acquires dimension under your skillful pen.

[lunar glide]

you write beautifully about what haunts us. as if with special insight from the divine watchmakers...

[grant hayes]

That is a lovely compliment, lunar glide. That you thus appraise my offerings brings me joy.

[Suz-zen]

grant hayes apologize for being absent and missing this most impressive piece of writing. I will come back to this and read again as I do with so many of your poems. This one speaks to me at a deep level. The Title had me unsure of where I was being taken...Question: do you have a title first or after you write a poem? LOVE this !!

[grant hayes]

Hi Suz-zen. The title typically comes last, for me, and is often simply a phrase from the piece itself. No need to apologize; life happens. This particular piece arrived pretty much fully formed, shortly after I had left the waterside and was walking home.

[rhymetime]

Eloquence as only your mind can conceive it and your pen present it. I can see you sitting on a rocky ocean cliff absorbing the solitude. You notice the shell, you think of all that has transpired to bring you together. Then you realize that in years hence you will be the shell cast upon another poet's shore. And so it goes
Well that's my thought

[grant hayes]

As usual, rhymetime, you grasp meaning with a sure touch!

[rhymetime]

Thank you sir

[The second]

Grant this was like falling into an oyster bed with bare feet I know im alive because i feel the pain and the horizons will not outlast the sun Dido poet Bravo many times folded

[grant hayes]

There are many oyster beds near where this piece is set, the second; the ragged, salt-searing slash of an oyster shell is a pain I know. It is preferable by far to pains of the soul. Blessings on your poetic soul, the second.

[The second]

I have been infected many times by the oyster shard but the child that has fallen is a victim of clumsy innocence and we have all been children. forgive me now as i am no longer a child or innocent but i have fallen and no pearls are worth the ravage. Thank YOU