Parker Owens
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I packed it for Carolina downpours, to warm chilly California evenings, and for midsummer strolls down Stockholm’s twilit streets; it always returned a bit more frayed, to rest before its next adventure. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ In the woods its wool plaid keeps me warm, yet camouflages me in the fall against the maple saplings and deer-browsed hemlocks, and in its pockets are coins, pencils matches and evidence of my dad.
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Your comment made me smile. Thank you for taking time to read these, and for your response.
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You sensed the color and scent of the time I remembered. That makes me smile. I like the idea of a halo, too. Thank you very much for reading these and for your thoughts.
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Thank you for such kind and encouraging words. If you felt a connection to my explorations in memory, then perhaps this poem was successful. Many, many thanks for reading and for your response.
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You’re very good to come along with me to explore those fields and woods again. I’m glad it felt real and good to you also. Thank you so much for reading and for your response.
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I’m delighted with these gems which tell a marvelous story. You left me smiling at these delicious treats.
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Thank you for taking time to ramble through the meadows and woods with me. Despite its loss, I know I was immensely lucky to have experienced that place and time. Thanks again.
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You’re wonderfully kind in your response; I’m most grateful. I’m glad we can share some of the lasting joys of endless green forests and whole worlds existing in a frog pond. I’m glad too that you have regained some of that place. It is somewhere I must revisit periodically. Thanks so much for reading and for sharing your thoughts.
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Some things last, like memories of endless summers and first friendships. Thank you for reading!
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More and more I find myself thinking about those days. I wonder if it's a reflection of my yearning for spring, or a desire to reconnect with something I've missed. It was very nice of you to say that each part of this was necessary, that every skyscraper or set piece had its place in what you described as a puzzle. That tells me I did something right. Thanks very much for reading!
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I am delighted you could join me in my explorations in the woods and fields. There was so much to fascinate my young imagination, and not a screen or keyboard in sight - at least, not if you don't include the stolid Royal typewriter that sat in the parlor. Thank you so much for your comments and for reading!
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I’m so very happy these struck a chord with you. You related these to Kimo, and the comparison is apt. It wasn’t my intention to write in such stillness, but it seemed like those long, hot motionless days of summer permeated my thinking. Thank you for coming along with me on this journey.
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I’m truly humbled by your kind words. If there is beauty in this piece, it is distilled from those days when the sky and meadow and forest held endless possibilities. Thank you for inspiring this piece, and for your steadfast encouragement.
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Poem Entry - New Sights.
Parker Owens commented on Midnightwolfpup's story chapter in Poem Entry - New Sights.
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My palate was intrigued, and my ear delighted with these. I might venture some guesses at the poetic dishes you describe, but perhaps I will save them for later. I have a knack for guessing wrong, so I will think on the matter first.
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These represent a beautifully painted recollection. Your descriptions lead us to hear with your ears and see through your eyes; I can feel the sand. Thank you.
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Thank you. I appreciate your taking time to read this.
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Thank you very much for reading this and for your comments. It was a great sadness that the house burned. Yet the land remains as beautiful as it ever was, and perhaps even wilder now than then. Thanks again.
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Thank you. I appreciate your taking time to read these and for traveling in time along with me.
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Three birches, Despite their advanced age Stand tall and graceful, like thoroughbreds, With supple limbs and green manes stirred by the warm breeze; At their feet, the brook whispers a song To charm the daylilies Into bloom. ~ ~ ~ About halfway up the rise, on the east side of the meadow, my grandfather found a spring bubbling out of the granite stones; there he dug a surface well and encased it in cinder blocks
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Exploring places which exist in my boyhood memory.
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Old Coats: Explorations in the Cedar Closet
Parker Owens posted a story in 2023- Exploration -Poetry
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I am told this is a "Haibun" or "Quick Writing," as it is translated. It is a partial narrative, and partial poetic treatment of a very difficult journey I am even now completing.
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I enjoyed this immensely. You made this poem into a sweet delectable treat for my senses.
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I didn’t miss it, and it made me smile. Yet the kiss seemed to be washed away in the flood of terrible memories and the sleep induced by Liam’s subsequent injection. I wonder when Liam will remember it?
