' By The White Streams Of Killclarke...(Rev. / Rep.) Poem by Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr
' By The White Streams Of Killclarke...(Rev. / Rep.)
And, the stream was long and narrow
Running 'side Bragh's crooked marrow
'neath the smoked-black, wooded bark
Through the dark woods of Killclarke
And for Twilights scarlet face
We asked breeze to find its' place
Off the windbreaks and shadows
Silhouettes of nesting sparrows
Wings juxtaposed, flanked in ''V
Breaking flank in serpentine
Chasing chimes from Bridget's Church
To the goldenrod 'neath the birch
'Bove our heads windpipes in whistle
Stroking prickled flowered thistles
Painting colours, shades of green
An Artist's perfect twilight scheme
And, could life yet get any better
Then with you, and me together
Sharing love in the wooded dark
By the White Streams of Killclarke
FjR-MMXVI
A rare Rhymer from one who finds anemic merit in a style that in my opinion is no longer the majority of the Reader's or Writer's delight due to the board-scratching reach that too many Rhymers employ in order to make each line rhyme, by force, reach or other fatuous and ill-literate play. The best of Rhyme was left behind the dawning of the 20th century...Grand Wordsmith's such as Poe, Longfellow, Donne & Dickinson are examples of poetic magnificence when penning Rhyme. Their long gone now, as (IMO) the once gold value of Rhyme. That said, above is an example of my hypocrisy, as I take a stab at my own play with Rhyme...HOPE YOU ENJOY...Criticism is welcome...Death Threats, not! ~FjR~
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