Meridian

[Ron Buck (halfshell)]

Meridian

Un-speak to me those rivulets, harangues,
and toasted verbulations like a back-stepping
divot -scouring, never-seen, never-heard repentant,
and I will Forget-Me-Not the O’s and flails under
the canopy of this moon-stippled tree where I wait to
remember you again touching me for the first time.

Un-lock this stone-embroidered passage of
staggered flint and Oxbow rock, counting up
columns of misplaced patterns, and I will move
the earth with gentle grace, give the hedgerows
room to grow but not cover the garden where we
slept with arms wrapped like newborn ivy.

Pull back your breath with brief longing;
Let these thoughts settle around your heart.[/size]

[alfredo]

I understand your plea so well. Put back the divots …if you can! If only we can undo what was said. Most talk too much (I also write to much drivel too so I’m doubly difficult to live with) Great advice to couples to remember the early times when you fell in love. … coupled with equally great poetry,

Apt title; the line between us?

[Marion Poirier]

Ron, I think this is a beautifully written poem - a passionate
tale of love and loss- quite tender and poignant.
You could tone down the first two lines with the elaborate
modifiers - too many seem over-done, redundant and pompous.
I do love toasted verbulations (Should there be a Z there
and an extra syllable as in verbalizations.
My tongue seems to trip on any word over four syllables.
I'd use it sometime - somewhere. but not here.

It's perfect in a satirical rant as would be back-stepping;
here it throws the poem off balance to my psyche --
personal difference in style - no doubt.

The rest of the poem is eloquent and reflects a poet's
sensitivity and command of language.

Regards,
Marion