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Post by Ron Wallace (Scotshawk) on Mar 4, 2008 21:03:32 GMT -5
Return
(For Dennis Letts)
The western sun is sinking
as a redtail hawk seeks to weave day’s blue
into twilight grey
a shimmer of fire reflecting
on dappled feathers.
His wings move February in slow spirals,
lift him like a child’s kite
until he catches the air in a hunter’s arc
the same air that is carrying you home
beneath cold rotored-steel.
And Oklahoma rises
rises up from its winter’s ending,
reaching from the not yet green
to receive your return.
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Post by mfwilkie on Mar 4, 2008 21:53:27 GMT -5
Ron,
IMHO, every line of this is solid writing.
Mags
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Post by Jonathan Morey Weiss-Namaste47 on Mar 5, 2008 11:53:45 GMT -5
The vivid imagery and interconnectedness of the material in the stanzas make for a contemplative read. Again, heart-felt condolences, Ron. He would have loved this, I'm certain.
Last stanza is rich with assonance.....a fine ending.
High quality work.
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Post by Jo Lynn Ehnes on Mar 5, 2008 15:42:40 GMT -5
That's just beautiful, Ron. I wish I could give you a hug. You know you are in my heart though.
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Post by MichaelFirewalker on Mar 5, 2008 16:21:40 GMT -5
so much is held here inside these mountain peaks trying to shrink down to the size of printed words----so much that is simple, and right, and good, and peaceful in a world where there exists terrifyingly little of those mighty realities in which he now permanently dwells...
with all my love and respect,
michael
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Dennis Cook
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Meet the sunrise with expectation, and your sunset with a prayer...
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Post by Dennis Cook on Mar 6, 2008 9:13:09 GMT -5
Ron,
An excellent poem for a man with a lot- of- game.
To explain myself and the use of the word "game" As two roosters are matched and dropped into the circle of death, the rooster with the most game is the one that keeps getting hit with the steel shank tied to his opponent's leg, instead of running off like most would do he arises from the dirt and attacks with his last dying strength.
A monument to the Letts family.
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Post by David Nelson Bradsher on Mar 6, 2008 13:49:02 GMT -5
I'm with them, Ron. Stunning work, my friend.
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Post by Tina (Firefly) on Mar 10, 2008 21:48:09 GMT -5
Ron, if you should be around with your hawk when my time comes to fly home, I would be obliged if you would write a poetic eulogy for this firefly. This is simply as fine and as beautiful as it gets. That second verse nearly did me in. Tina
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Post by LynnDoiron on Mar 10, 2008 23:29:41 GMT -5
True. Moving and honest. All the praise above and more. lynn
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Ken_Nye
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EP Word Master and Published Member
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Post by Ken_Nye on Mar 19, 2008 0:34:44 GMT -5
Ron, this is terrific. I think it includes the kind of majestic, sweeping imagery to match your heart's feelings about this man. Your poetry is unique, regardless of topic, always leaves the reader with an elevated feeling, a sense of majesty, whether you are talking about the land or its people. I love reading it. I know how much you thought of Dennis, and this poem does your heart justice.
This is a beautiful tribute to Dennis.
Ken
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