Frank James Ryan Jr...FjR

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SHADOWS OF AUTUMN {A Poet's Dream}


Shadows that haunt me in autumn
Memories of colours lost to winter
The Douglas Fir......forever green
Keeps the forests from the barren
and desolate winter...

Shadows tail the whispered winds
November's fickle breeze....snaps
Fresh images, for the Poet's mind
Reclusive me, i write my stories in
silent attitude...

Shadows that vision harvests death
Tips of golden leaves, turn to brown
Morning dew is masked in first-frost
I watch it all, by a window, in a room
of Donne and Poe...

All i need is my paper...and isolation
To feed by yen, for the abstract buffet
I bother no one..... harbour no secrets
I'm about words 'n tales from the dark
side of fiction...

For a Poet i am not- and will never be
Poet's paint a canvass, of open doors
Into the passions 'n perils of their lives
And they do it oh so well...'tis God-Gift
Still i write.....

And, the shadows of Autumn, haunt me
They scream and bleed poetic promise
Like the gold that Robert Frost inspired
While captured, in the autumn shadows
of a Poets dream...


(September 1st,2007)

Submitted: Sunday, September 02, 2007
Edited: Thursday, August 23, 2012

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  • Greenwolfe 1962 (1/22/2009 6:10:00 PM)

    What a great way to end a writing! I love your style. You know the importance
    of an ending. So many do not. It makes me sad. Robert Frost. WOW!

    GW62 (Report) Reply

  • C. P. Sharma (5/18/2008 10:11:00 PM)

    Wow, an awesome and panormic view of autumn, a 'season of mist and mellw fruitfulness'. Yours is a superb composition with perfect rhythm and meter. It reads with Miltonic scholarsip and moves with the romanticism of Keats and Shelley. (Report) Reply

  • Edwin Robinette (3/10/2008 4:19:00 PM)

    Frank, I am really starting to enjoy your works. Your descriptions are amazing! I had to read this one...fall is my favorite time of the year. (Report) Reply

  • Lee Degnan (9/16/2007 11:58:00 PM)

    Huh, still not a poet, eh? Yeah, keep working at it.
    Geez, man, you throw that line in and if I weren't reading masterpieces maybe I'd believe ya. This one's even got that cool format going for it, how'd you do that? ? Beautiful write, it's funny... I had a discussion about autumn with my son, and he was saying how this season is kinda depressing... but the colors! !
    Glad I stopped by... Thanks for the read,
    Hugs,
    Lee (Report) Reply

  • Duncan Wyllie (9/12/2007 2:20:00 PM)

    You are a skillfull writer, and yet I do question your reasons for stateing that you are no poet, , , doesn't seem to add up really, still whether it is fact or fiction you are writing, one can only say that all of it be done with imagination and skillfull contemplation
    Love duncan X (Report) Reply

  • Tranquil Ocean (9/6/2007 11:23:00 AM)

    I wish I was a leaf that was about to befall from a tree
    that you would gently take me in your hand
    and slide me in your book of Poe
    Love....TO
    (Back after a loooooong time: -)) (Report) Reply

  • Original Unknown Girl (9/6/2007 4:08:00 AM)

    Frank, I would have to disagree with you when you say you are not a poet, though of course I could be biased! This was a delight to the senses, wonderful to contemplate a changing of the season and this was the first ode to autumn I have read since summer. Loved it. HG: -) xx (Report) Reply

  • Sandra Fowler (9/5/2007 6:12:00 PM)

    To walk with the shadows of autumn is indeed a bittersweet experience. Powerful, evocative and very poignant. One of your very best, Frank.

    Warmest regards,

    Sandra (Report) Reply

  • Ben Gieske (9/4/2007 4:20:00 PM)

    An enjoyable trip in your company. Nature has so many things to nurture us with and it is nice to have a companion to savor the unwritten pages of it. (Report) Reply

  • Scarlett Treat (9/4/2007 3:35:00 PM)

    I write my stories in silent attitude...I can feel Autumn's chill wind creeping down the back of my shirt even now....cold fingers, indeed...a shadow of something to come....Wonderful, coldly written, with just the feeling of - - what, fear, or dread of what is yet to come....loving the cool, clean, crisp air, but dreading still the winter.

    Perfection....is named...... (Report) Reply

  • Linda Ori (9/4/2007 12:26:00 AM)

    Once again, you manage to grace the page with your brilliantly eloquent use of imagery and color. Frank, were you not a poet, then I would not be Midnight! Just because you say it, does not make it so, as all who read your work will certainly agree. You may have lost your daily dose of PH, but you certainly have not lost your touch....................this is pure magic!
    Midnight :) :) xx (Report) Reply

  • David Harris (9/3/2007 11:28:00 AM)

    Frank, so wonderfully put as usual from a master of his art. You take the breath away with each gem that you put down. One always wishes with a solemn breath that he could pen the same way as his friend FJR. Brilliant as usual. Top marks and thanks for sharing this my friend.
    David (Report) Reply

  • Melvina Germain (9/3/2007 5:50:00 AM)

    A most beautiful piece of literary verse, eloquently penned as one would expect from a Master poet like you Frank, exceptional work.--Melvina-- (Report) Reply

  • Theodora Onken (9/3/2007 4:15:00 AM)

    Sheer and absolute inspiration...pulled at my heart strings, and so identified with it, with you!
    Blessings,
    Theo (Report) Reply

  • Frank James Ryan, Jr. (9/3/2007 4:05:00 AM)

    Man, im still trying to figure out the difference between your doer and thinker.
    Now you tell me you write poetry, but you are not a poet, just a writer.It's too early in the morning for this Dad.Whatever you are, you're good at it.How's that? (lol)
    Love,
    Lauren Marie
    xo (Report) Reply

  • Firoze Shakir Bollywoods Most Wanted Poet Of India (9/3/2007 1:41:00 AM)

    Sir, being human, respecting humanity is more important than just being a poet.
    Apoet with empty hollow bamboo shoots for titles of his poems, reeds of words that whisper hate foe a mans skin is not poetry..
    You are a Poet who has gone beyond the achievements of your Poetry. (Report) Reply

  • Raul Castelan (9/2/2007 10:18:00 PM)

    I'm highly impress by this magnificent work of yours. You have really gone far into a dream. Damn, what a way at looking at things. A SPLENDID JOB HERE! ! ! (Report) Reply

  • Lee Degnan (9/2/2007 8:44:00 PM)

    A poet you are not? Then a surprise to me... if anyone sees through the eyes of Poe and Donne, as the likes of you, and not have the spirit and gift of a poet... I have nothing to look forward to. I like the introspect though... very nicely penned
    Hugs,
    Lee (Report) Reply

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