Kevin Patrick

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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

  • Robert Murray Smith (12/22/2016 11:02:00 PM)


    One of the best poems I have read for some time.++++10

    Robert
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  • Seamus O' Brian (11/6/2016 9:15:00 PM)


    A comfortable and homey atmosphere evokes the beauty of home. Well written, very vivid imagery. Makes me glad I am home for the evening and no further tasks to take me outside. Wonderful writing, good poet. Well done! (Report) Reply

  • Susan Williams (4/26/2016 3:46:00 PM)


    I like this. I like this very much. You caught us all up in your Winter's Night Tale! The child seeing candlelight silhouettes- - - - -]A thousand creatures, roam up the ceiling
    Dragons flicker avidly while unicorns preen near by - - - - - - - - ] that charmed the heck out of me!
    And your word choices...exquisite! - - - - - - - ]He pulls a quilt to his weary eyes
    Watching snowfalls gently like the eiderdown fly
    - - - - - - - - -] The brittle arms of the lone Birch.
    Very well done!
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  • Chan Mongol (4/14/2016 10:16:00 PM)


    This poem is written by a very matured hand. Nicely expressed. I like it. (Report) Reply

  • Moira Cameron (3/8/2016 3:46:00 PM)


    I am not sure I can even find the words to express what this poem evoked in me. Beautiful, is all I can muster up. (Report) Reply

  • Edward Kofi Louis (1/14/2016 1:30:00 AM)


    In this mementos note with the muse of life. Thanks for sharing this poem with us. (Report) Reply

  • Melvina Germain (10/16/2015 9:21:00 PM)


    Beauty spilled on the page, absolutely enjoyed reading it. (Report) Reply

  • Akhtar Jawad (8/31/2015 8:58:00 PM)


    I moved with poet, wherever the poet went I was chasing him. I heard the tale, I felt the winter, though it's too hot, I became a child, I became an youth, though I am an old man. I was helpless, the poet is a magician! (Report) Reply

  • Anil Kumar Panda (6/15/2015 10:13:00 AM)


    This is beautiful poetry. Like to read many times. (Report) Reply

  • (5/25/2014 7:54:00 AM)


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

  • 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...
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  • (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

  • (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
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  • (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

  • 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.
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Poem Submitted: Thursday, October 27, 2011

Poem Edited: Friday, October 28, 2011


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