Kingswood - A homage to Knoxville

eau de nil room of dreams

the open sash of summer’s evening

fragrant clematis climbs the sweeting air

laziness seduced  drifted into drugged breath

enchanted with a music of discovery

youth swoons naked simple  - unread eyes

a white ceiling stares - thinks listens

clock ticking passes ticking time ticking

muses the time of future plenty

peering from the doorsteps steep seat

parents talk over the evening quiet

the dogs at part time mischief

tall pine tree beside the water

solitary beyond a climbing but friendly

reflects with the water is watched

as life swims through the clarity

in silent night  unknown frost

a sky of points of stars sharp

the moon full - spaces rooms bright

ducks whisper the water on landing

a dye process from the past

a bright of unreal - a Kodachrome

of fugitive recall carefully metered out

framed clicked onto a contemporary film

much used bridge I stand - watch

cream white flowers float hang suspended

bright blue sky flowing with clouds

water spread years around the Nymphae

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

"a kodachrome of fugitive recall..."
wonderful imagery, my friend.

you get me there with this...i see it, feel it, smell it, embrace it.

[Michael Oliver]

Thank you for your comment - I only know this poem from Samuel Barbers setting written the year I was born. Wanted to write something 'romantic'

[Cryingkate]

Know what Micheal ? I'm just not going to succumb to trying to find the writers thoughts, as kinda explanation for the words wriiten.

This time I am just going to flow with,
all the beautiful images.
The soft gentle flow.
The Spirit that sings so sweetly.
Beautiful... Enchanting.
I'm going to read this several times and enjoy the imagery.
I'll meet you on that bridge less I become impatient, then I'll be the other leaf floating on the waters and perhaps we might touch vein to vein :-)

[Michael Oliver]

I think you have realized the intention - it drifts it flows thanks

[Cryingkate]

Wow.. I had no clue consciously the intention of "Flow"
It was completely subconscious... I felt you though, so strongly as though we shared the same blood.
I guess that speaks volumes for your writing ability. Message sent = message received :-)