Kevin Patrick

Bronze Star - 2,292 Points (Taurus / Ontario)

A Tale Of Winters Dream - Poem by Kevin Patrick

The waxing span of the silver moon
Calls to the breeze of the winters chill
The brittle arms of the lone Birch
Lay still to the frost but are not deterred

And overhead in an Old mans study
Sits a little boy watching all of this quietly
He pulls a quilt to his weary eyes
Watching snowfalls gently like the eiderdown fly

Candles lithe to an enveloped glow
Defeats the shadows, with a golden echo
A thousand creatures, roam up the ceiling
Dragons flicker avidly while unicorns preen near by

The child laughs, as the old man watches
The vital life of youth with imagined glasses
Together they watch the stars and the snow
Forever besieged in this mementos note


Comments about A Tale Of Winters Dream by Kevin Patrick

  • Freshman - 751 Points Mary Forrester (5/25/2014 7:54:00 AM)

    Absolutely beautiful Kevin, certainly one of my favourites. (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 7,763 Points Khairul Ahsan (5/20/2014 1:58:00 PM)

    What a wonderful poem you offered, many many thanks for sharing! A nice tale of nice dreams with vivid imagery.
    'The brittle arms of the lone Birch
    Lay still to the frost but are not deterred' - An incisive observation.
    'The child laughs, as the old man watches
    The vital life of youth with imagined glasses
    Together they watch the stars and the snow
    Forever besieged in this mementos note' - You need special eyes to see all these.
    Enjoyed the poem, best wishes... (Report) Reply

  • Bronze Star - 2,475 Points Smoky Hoss (11/9/2013 1:59:00 PM)

    I am applauding, what a wonderful story/poem. Such depth, life and magic. A real pleasure to read. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 42 Points Adheez Van Der Beanthz (6/12/2013 4:32:00 PM)

    so tender but strong imagery
    a work that should get more attention
    and yeah i agree with River, really like that stanza
    thanks (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 14,027 Points * Sunprincess * (11/27/2012 8:07:00 PM)

    hope they had a nice warm fireplace and cups of
    hot chocolate..beautiful write love the title. :) (Report) Reply

  • Silver Star - 3,217 Points Walterrean Salley (10/5/2012 11:37:00 PM)

    Strong imagery. Good flow. And, again vivid imagination. Would warm a child's, or an old man's, heart. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 10 Points Poet Of The River (5/20/2012 9:32:00 PM)

    A beautiful poem of youth and imagination with the perfect mix of snow. A Great write. :)
    I love the imagery.
    The waxing span of the silver moon
    Calls to the breeze of the winters chill
    The brittle arms of the lone Birch
    Lay still to the frost but are not deterred
    Simply amazing. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, October 27, 2011

Poem Edited: Friday, October 28, 2011


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