Poetry by Dead Men

Poetry by Dead Men

A Poem by Kelly Scheppers

Poetry by Dead Men

 

 

my feet were crossed

within his lap

as he read to me

poetry by dead men

 

i listened with earnest intent

as the atmosphere around me slipped

into oblivion

as the spine of books

crackled  upon opening

to pages in sepia tones

spoken in the tenor of his voice

 

there were offerings of Robert Frost,

of how the woods

were dark and lovely and deep…

e.e. cummings,

who wrote about the rain with all its obscurities

having such small hands.

 

the afternoon was well spent,

like Hemingway’s fisherman was to the sea

my heart became a voyager

to the past

as winter was no more an intrusion

with an accumulation of snow

 

as he read to me

poetry by dead men.







 

© 2024 Kelly Scheppers


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Dreamy moments... lovers caressing each other with words - which live beyond the lives of their authors. Your poem flows easily and wastes no words; it holds together well in its structure and poise. Intensely enjoyable.

[I only wrote this for the foot rub, lol]

Posted 8 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Kelly Scheppers

8 Months Ago

Lol, I love it!! You may go to the front of the line, Jibey. Thank you for noticing!



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dear Kelly.. of all the Poetry to ever read… this Poem is Indeed the Hideaway of Romantic Bliss … softly, Pat

Posted 8 Months Ago


Kelly Scheppers

8 Months Ago

I'm so thrilled you enjoyed my first offering of the new year. It took me a while, but I finally go.. read more
Patricia Wedel

8 Months Ago

dear Kelly .. you are an Angel soaring … softly, Pat
Kelly,
I've had only one or two dead man poetry evenings in my life... I defy anyone to tell me a richer, more fulfilling way to be alive. sigh
Vol

Posted 8 Months Ago


Kelly Scheppers

8 Months Ago

I agree, Vol! Thank you, darlin!
Vol

8 Months Ago

BTW... I began my marriage to Kimberly by reading "The Song of Solomon" every night. After that I ra.. read more
Kelly Scheppers

8 Months Ago

What a lucky lady! So sorry you lost her, but you do know she's still with you!
Simply wonderful, Kelly!! Poetry by dead men surely does stand the test of time, doesn't it? As always, you spice it up with a bit of romance. So good to read you. Lydi**

Posted 8 Months Ago


Kelly Scheppers

8 Months Ago

I think you and I have stood the test of time, Lydi. When I look back on our Starlite years, I fond.. read more
Lydia Shutter

8 Months Ago

Yes Starlite was a great site…until it wasn’t. Glad we are still writing!
And now we have a perfect Sunday read to erm...Read and get all poetilical as we watch the fog swirl and the snowflakes fall and maybe I should have put on more than my penguin oesie to read this. Either that or not decide to read this until I came down the ladder and finish cleaning my windows! ☺

Posted 8 Months Ago


Kelly Scheppers

8 Months Ago

Lol, thank you so much, Lorry! Now, I have visions of you in a penguin onesie dancing in my head. .. read more
Lorry

8 Months Ago

Well, more like wobbling than dancing these days, but I can still shake my a*s....in the same way a .. read more
And what better way to keep the winter chill away, snuff, safe, whilst in lauded company, listening to iconic poetry of past poets, read by the one we love, yep, sure warms the heart as an aura of romance precipitates cosy surroundings ...

' the afternoon was well spent,

like Hemingway’s fisherman was to the sea

my heart became a voyager

to the past

as winter was no more an intrusion

with an accumulation of snow



as he read to me

poetry by dead men '

Inspiring

Posted 8 Months Ago


Kelly Scheppers

8 Months Ago

Poetry will always be my sentinel, like soup for the soul. Thank you most kindly, Tom!
Hemingway and e.e. two of my favorites...

when the marlin was caught by the old man was it a puddle wonderful day?

they say dead men tell no tales...but maybe dead poets do?

I think it would be wonderful to be a poet, male or female, and to be read long after our deaths.
j.

Posted 8 Months Ago


Kelly Scheppers

8 Months Ago

To be read long after we're gone, to be remembered. It's all we could ask for. Thank you, Jacob!
Be thankful he didn't get to Joyce and "Finnegan's Wake."

Posted 8 Months Ago


Kelly Scheppers

8 Months Ago

Thank you, John!
This is beautiful, like a scene straight from a love story.
The poetry is nourishing and the ease of their relationship is telling of the strength of the bond.

Posted 8 Months Ago


Kelly Scheppers

8 Months Ago

Thank you most kindly, Anita! Welcome to my page.

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Kelly Scheppers
Kelly Scheppers

San Diego, CA



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