verse on a hill

A known quantity bereft of quality;
a name of little beyond its letters,
by road’s shoulder perhaps guide

to openly weep a slippery slope
of once having known someone’s art
yet lay hold naught of their heart

eternally flowing river of kindnesses
shall meander, thoughts ever caress 
even when words and faces now drift 

a familiar feeling remains here still 
years invested this regenerating gift
lines and verse ever ascend that hill

 

 

Reviews

[Soren]

Like a photo that does not contain the original, only a two dimentional reflection of reality. Your poem captures the hollowness of the present day world and its fascade. All fake and plastic shaped for impressions and disposable. Kindness, generosity, love are what lasts and are no longer marketable. Very nicely written my friend

[Red Brick Keshner]

Thank Soren, that indeed is the general feel that undergirds the veneer of this present day. Perhaps in poetry we can begin to gain back more and more of that lasting kindness and generosity. Cheers, Red.

[LynGeist]

Wow, that is gorgeous. "thoughts ever caress even when words and faces now drift" What a poignant way to say you have kind thoughts about someone even though you no longer recall the words exchanged, nor clearly see their face anymore.

I really like the unusual scenes you meld together to tell your story.

[Red Brick Keshner]

Thank you so much Lyn G. Glad to hear your thoughts, ‘unusual scenes’ may be tough on some readers. You are much appreciated 🙏🏻

[Coyote Poetry]

The poetry was so good my dear friend.
"eternally flowing river of kindnesses
shall meander, thoughts ever caress
even when words and faces now drift "
The above lines were my favorite. Said everything needed. If we had more concern and kindness. Our world would be a better place my dear friend.
Coyote

[Red Brick Keshner]

Your kindness and concern are well noted, much appreciated and validated my friend!

[MsJewel]

Write from the heart, write for yourself. Poetry is such a personal thing. Your words are heartfelt and well written :) Julie

[Red Brick Keshner]

Thanks Julie. Truly inspiring words and encouragement 🙏🏻

[jacob erin-cilberto]

poetry without heart might get us a name...
but the feeling is missing, and the name will gradually disappear from memory.
It is the words that are important, much more than the poet.
The words.
I want to climb this hill, Red.
j.

[Red Brick Keshner]

As do I, j! There seems to always be that height yet to be conquered!