Posted in About Poetry, Humor, My Poems, tagged And Couldn't Say What He Did, bard on the hill, Dennis Allen Lange, He'd nothing much to say, Judgment Day, mystery, obscure, poems, poetry, puzzle, riddle, terse on July 19, 2019| Leave a Comment »
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Sometimes it’s true when reading verse
And we can’t stand the lay,
We wonder which of two is worse:
The poem or Judgment Day?
And just as we’re about to curse,
The pain – quick – goes away.
We’re at the end, for he was terse;
He’d nothing much to say.
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photo by Adrian van Leen at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mITZbBM/yellow+centre
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© Dennis Allen Lange, 2019.
Posted in My Poems, tagged as slow as turtles plod, autumn, bard on the hill, blog, butterflies, cloistered, Dennis Lange, descent, Dorothy, fall foliage, follow the yellow brick road, forest floor, Isolation, leaf laid carpet, mystery, nature, October, poems, poetry, silent tramp, Smoky Mountain National Park, stream gurgled peace, Wizard of Oz, wordpress on October 4, 2016| 3 Comments »
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In trees I walked at Smoky’s feet,
…And calm the forest floor.
‘Twas late October and the leaves
…All Autumn’s colors wore.
It rained a bit the night before,
…And though the earth was damp,
My shoes did not pick up the mud
…While on my silent tramp.
The fallen leaves well-paved my path;
…They made a yellow way
That Dorothy’d been proud to walk
…In Oz in her brief stay.
The leaf-laid carpet and that trail
…‘Twas all my eyes could see,
The forest closed out all the world
…And I was cloistered, free.
There was a great serenity
…With Nature as I walked.
I listened as my soft steps fell,
…And as the forest talked.
I passed a stream; it gurgled peace,
…Caught drops of last night’s rain –
A few that fin’lly fell – but why?
…(The reason not yet plain.)
I saw another mystery;
…It struck me as most odd.
A leaf, then two, came floating down
…As slow as turtles plod.
I saw then, out among the trees,
…One here, another there.
First glance, they seemed like butterflies
…With wings in disrepair.
They did not scurry, did not slant;
…Their vertical was straight,
As if they were a dropping stone –
…And yet they had no weight.
I took the line of their descent;
…Gazed upward where the trees
All disappeared from sight by height –
…And then I saw the breeze!
And then I knew why raindrops fell
…When there was no more mist,
And why the leaves were shaken loose
…But fell without a twist.
How isolated I felt then!
…The world was not about.
And now I knew that Nature, too,
…E’en Nature had shut out.
Like spiders coming down a strand,
…The leaves did downward crawl.
And watching their descent I knew
…Why men call Autumn, Fall.
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The photo is mine and was taken in Smoky Mt. National Park.
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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2016.
Posted in My Haiku, tagged bard on the hill, bicycle, biker, cause, death, Dennis Lange, divorce" >, flattened, fringe benefits, Haikus, married couple, midst of beauty, mystery, poems, poetry, work environment on April 21, 2015| 2 Comments »
Interpretation
Both flattened:
Biker, bicycle.
Now, heaven?
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The Event Between
Two parties
Once coupled as one –
Now, divorced.
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Fringe Benefit
How men work
In midst of beauty –
Mystery.
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Interpretation – photo by Adrian van Leen at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/oaA0al6/concrete+directions1
Between – photo by Adrian van Leen at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/nOYC8Sy/end+of+the+line2
Benefit – photo by Michaela Kobyakov at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mGBS328/floating+timber+3
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* The haiku I write are lines of 3-5-3 syllables instead of 5-7-5.
See Haiku article here for explanation, if needed: https://thebardonthehill.wordpress.com/2011/08/08/haiku/
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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2015.
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