Frank James Ryan Jr (FjR)

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These Moments Of Innocence { La Terza Versione} - Poem by Frank James Ryan Jr (FjR)

This morning I awoke from a dream
to the quintessence of pure innocence
thru' my sun-soaked bedroom window.

Watched the sweet, soft landing
of a doves imposition,
'pon a newborn branch
of the leanest tree,
lending shade,
to the frail infant limb,
by its presence alone...
and nothing more;
miscognizant to the virtue
of its pure existence-
and nothing more...,
just this...... and nothing more.

And my face was washed with smile
to see such Godhead beauty -
before my eye's.
Verdant and promising, yet -
bleeding for arbored nurture
the infant limb embraced
the presence of the dove...
at first, ever so cautiously,
yet the seed of friendship was laid.

And in time it so adopted
an unconscious bond of trust,
an expectance if you will,
to all the young branch
had grown accustomed to.
All this... and nothing more.
Moments such as these
are as close as perfection comes...
no closer be than this,
and nothing more.

And ostensibly miscognizant,
to the command of its presence
the smooth white bird laid still,
and ruminating about nothing
of significance, or consequence,
but mere expectance of the limb
for reciprocal attention.
Watched the doves wing's flutter-
spritely... dexterously,
spinning breeze upon itself
with an ambience of cherubic peace,
utopic peace..... solitude, when -
a trinity of doves flew o'er head,
a family, a flock of natures' gold -
all this....and nothing more.

And within these fertile moments
innocence conceives,
innocence incarnate-
life's sweetest gift.

And all too soon, time soldiers on
as time can do no different.
And with it, the child limb becomes -
a branch that will shoulder many years
of shelter, beauty....and so much more,
providing shade, exuding strength
by natures deepest roots.

And perhaps for a moment
the remembrance of a dove,
who has since moved on -
to other young trees
for newfound sharing's.
Yet, always miscognizant
to its' virtuous presence,
the dove....would never know -
the gift it brought to an infant limb
so many ''moments'' ago.
All this, and so much more;
Innocence....a utopic dimension of being
that has no equal in Virtues world.

These moments of absolute Innocence,
I saw this morning...yes, I did... each one,
upon rising with the new days Sun -
with respect and awe for Natures cradle.

*Revised/Reposted 07-22-16
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Frank James Ryan, Jr, / FjR

Topic(s) of this poem: innocence, nature, peace

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Poem Submitted: Friday, July 22, 2016

Poem Edited: Saturday, July 23, 2016

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