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    Parker Owens
  • Parker Owens
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Poetry posted in this category are works of fiction. Names, places, characters, events, and incidents are created by the authors' imaginations or are used fictitiously. Any resemblances to actual persons (living or dead), organizations, companies, events, or locales are entirely coincidental.
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Disasters, Delights and Other Detours - 28. Two Summer Sonnets

I make errors, and nobody else can claim them. They're mine. Thanks to AC Benus, whose reading and counsel teaches me so much.

After Rain

 

How different was the lightning riven night

from fair blue skies which stretch from east to west,

for pain and heartache mocked my youthful breast

with bolts that struck the promise of delight

to leave it charred and withered in my sight,

a barren place devoid of hope or rest

and me, exposed, no bower in which to nest

beneath the clouds that lowered from the height.

The years would pass before I saw a glow,

your dawn on the horizon growing strong;

in sunlight you embraced me, even though

uncertain was I of our morning song;

but you held fast so we in joy might know

the cloudless day to which we both belong.


 

Current

 

Sweet river flow, and let none question whence

those mystic waters rise and effervesce

to clothe both grove and meadow in such dress

as one might fault them for their opulence;

your sparkling current carries travelers hence

past promontories, points with no address

to cataracts the heart might fail to guess

must lead to waters silent of all sense.

One can’t resist the soft insistent force

to ease the swimmer in submersed embrace;

the eddy running counter to the course

might briefly let me savor time and place

where you possess my body sans remorse

to drown contented in your liquid grace.

I encourage you to leave a comment or a reaction; your remarks help me be a better writer. To all who have written in the past, I offer you my deep thanks.
Copyright © 2017 Parker Owens; All Rights Reserved.
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35 minutes ago, Headstall said:

Hey,Parker. Nice to see some more offerings from you. You never disappoint. While I love them both, Current, and its 'flow,' was compelling. I could see much beneath the surface of this one. Absolutely superb, my friend... cheers... Gary....

 

Thank you, Gary. I've experienced a long drought, but maybe poetry is beginning to speak to me again. I'm glad you found Current to be as compelling as the tide that sweeps us along. I often seem to swim for those eddies and pools that let me linger in one place for just a bit longer - especially when the view is nice. Thanks again for reading.

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10 hours ago, asamvav111 said:

your dawn on the horizon growing strong

you possess my body sans remorse

to drown contented in your liquid grace

 

Amazing. Such grace and poise in eloquence is expected whenever one reads your poem, yet they reach surprising new heights every time. Thank you for sharing this.

 

Thank you for your comment on these. I feared obscuring any meaning with too much verbosity. Your thoughts reassure me I was on the right path. To hold fast until the dawn, to kick against time’s current to find the right soul... I hope those things came through. 

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On 8/18/2018 at 11:38 AM, AC Benus said:

I suppose these two poems make me see a parched landscape slowly being imbued with moisture again. The images of refreshing hydration are wonderful and effective. Thanks for sharing with us :) 

 

Rain after drought; sun after storm; direction after drift - both of these poems were contrast paintings in their ways. And both speak of hope after hurt. Thank you for your kind and insightful thoughts. :) 

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