by Steve King
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I have a favored window.
It draws the light
in tones I wish to see.
It gathers birdsong
from the depths of dawn,
and spills my dreams
upon the evening lawn.
There may be other windows
I might use.
Even rooms without a view.
But here I’ll stay to celebrate,
and ever more to muse.
A new poem for the 55
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A new poem for the 55
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I always hear classical echoes in your work, Steve. The voices of the gifted poets who have gone before us live on in our heads, and sometimes they lend us a hand. I especially like the opening, the sonorous echo of birdsong in the background, and the possibilities, even in 'rooms without a view.' Thanks so much for joining in; I couldn't ask for a better 55.
ReplyDeleteSteve, this is so beautiful....the light, the birdsong, the dreams on the evening lawn.......Just gorgeous.
ReplyDeleteYes, so beautiful...I want to sit by that window
ReplyDeleteI can relate so wholeheartedly to this poem.. this is well-written in neo-classical style.
ReplyDeleteEvery poet should have such a window. I love the form, the rhyme, and the content. All of it, I guess.
ReplyDeleteI love this! Dreams spilled on the lawn, sigh
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