Sweet Surrender by Tony Whitakerespresso warms my morning cup
i sip stunning scenes serene
gazing at green pristine pastures
from my chair on balcony
cows appear to be praying
as their big-eyed faces
rip
at the morning grass
their large, ribbon-tied bells
peels, in the still
of the cool dawn air
here in Swiss Elsass
i draw a view across dewy meadow
see ravens gathering in distant trees
always bullying their way in
for these sneaky, snobbish corvines
never feast with a friend
a sound of hooves upon the path
a local farmer in leisure passes
smiles, and waves as he walks
his cart so full of his harvest
by worn, but hardy, hands
to feed the local masses
i lived this life when i was young
then this bitter-sweet breeze blew in,
and soon became this, city man
faced the years of pacing,
like a lion in a cage
just like all the others
at the zoo
Now I give thanks
for feeling free again
living life anew
and if you ever decide
to come this way
won't you join me for a few?
10/16/2008 Author's Note: This is such a rewrite from the original since I took some real time to get my real feelings into it. I hope you like it.
Posted on 10/16/2008 Copyright © 2024 Tony Whitaker
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Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 10/17/08 at 06:14 AM Many good things in this poem, I don't remember the other, but I like the contrasts in this very much, the surprises such as the cows "rip". The contrasts mirror the dichotomy city-country, too. |
Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 11/14/08 at 08:53 PM Hey Tony. This is a really fine write. The images are wonderful, peaceful, pastoral. So, as cliché as it may be I will say, cheers to you and let's have another round. And if your bottle's empty, my poetic-brother, drink from mine: here's to life, and to the poetry of it all, that gets us from one day to the next. Happy to have found this and even more so to suggest its designation as a fine potd. Fav+. Delighted. Thanks. |
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