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  • A Rustling

    To wonder whilst to wander
    in the finer arts of ease,
    caught a rippling of echoes
    in the overhanging trees.
    Such an otherness, of an oddness;
    a madness, if you please.
    A tempest in the making
    in the rustling of the leaves.

    Asunder, cracked in thunder
    and the darkness that it leaves,
    a gathering of shadows
    of ungodly strategies.
    A form out of the darkness,
    of a creature who believes
    in blinding its believers
    from whomever it deceives.

    To blunder into slumber
    and for who the death knell grieves
    is that between each pealing
    save for who the silence breathes.
    Why rescued in such quietness
    when another clang conceives,
    the losing of another
    from the other it retrieves?

    To lumber through such plunder,
    mid the tangling mess of wreathes
    where conquests fall to pieces
    at the changing of a breeze.
    And marching on forever,
    of a madness, if you please.
    The rising of a tempest
    in the rustling of the leaves.

  • #2
    Your ease with poetic devices and comfort with deep subjects is truly remarkable. Brilliant and subtle simultaneously. Kudos!

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    • Tony Grannell
      Tony Grannell commented
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      Hello lunar glide, Such a lovely response, how could I not be happy. Thank you so very much. Fond regards, Tony.

  • #3
    Internal rhymes and rhyme structures overall throughout made it flow so well, and how you ended with the "refrain" was nice, and drew everything together well. I loved your description of the "form out of the darkness" -- very poetic. Captivating.

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    • Tony Grannell
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      Hello amenOra, Thank you very much for the fine response, most kind of you indeed. Do take care now, Tony.

  • #4
    This is a tender, well crafted poem.

    Distinct from your other work, effective, even romantic in its beauty.

    You are a versatile, and unique poet.

    I would gladly read a collection of your work.

    I especially found the following striking:

    To lumber through such plunder,
    mid the tangling mess of wreathes
    where conquests fall to pieces
    at the changing of a breeze.
    And marching on forever,
    of a madness, if you please.
    The rising of a tempest
    in the rustling of the leaves.

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    • Tony Grannell
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      Hello Dwayne, Such praise finds me elated, truly. So very, very kind of you and so very much appreciated. Fond regards, Tony.

  • #5
    Tony I always look forward to reading your poems. Thank you.

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    • Tony Grannell
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      Hello AlexandratheLate, Thank you so very much for dropping by. Fond regards, Tony.

  • #6
    Brilliant ! I especially enjoyed the second stanza! Brilliant! Well Done, Professor!

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    • Tony Grannell
      Tony Grannell commented
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      Hello Rhymeboy, Great to hear from you and thank you very much for the lovely words. Do take care now, Tony.

  • #7
    Tony, as always a wonder in the writing! The vivid pictures you create with intricately rhymed lines. It made me think I was walking down a treed lane to or past a cemetery during a memorial service, and the memories the memorial brought to mind.

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    • Tony Grannell
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      Hello Muttado, A memorial is exactly what it is, I didn't know that myself. So praise to you for that and thank you so very much for the lovely words. Fond regards, Tony.

  • #8
    I love your sense of cadence. It softly pulses of possibility from start to finish - and your word choices conjure for me an encounter with mystery. I love the subtle turns from wonder to wander, rippling to rustling, blunder to slumber - it is the style of sound play which delights my ear. Thank you.

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    • Tony Grannell
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      Hello RhymeLovingWriter, Thank you very much for the beautiful response. Yes indeed, to give a specific sound to a poem, a line or a stanza even has always fascinated me. The folk poets and songwriters of yore were masters at it. Once again, thank you very much. Fond regards, Tony.

  • #9
    Tony, somehow
    I have avoided
    seeing this till now.
    I'm left in mind of an
    impressionist painting,
    cleaving to poetic sense
    while playing with word placement.
    Step too close and it dissolves to pigment.

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    • Tony Grannell
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      Hello Johntee, Yes, indeed poetry can be most delicate, especially for the poet. One must be very careful when touching a word. Your lovely response is so very much appreciated. Do take care now, Tony.
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