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    *Tis Autumns breath cross distant field
    that stirs the meadow brown,
    in hedge grove bare of springs bouquet
    near Yeats bones to be found.

    the drums are heard by those who care
    and joined in promises made,
    a fallen soul, a silent muse,
    to the dirt he will soon be laid.

    and the song of the flute will lead the dance
    of those that do now remain,
    the notes drift high, and low, and far,
    embracing those that came.

    the fire sparks crystals of amethyst and blaze
    from rosewood and willows fuel,
    the setting sun now cast away,
    and darkness comforts the few.

    and the soil accepts this offered muse,
    as fodder for the poets pen,
    for she knows in wisdom born of time,
    this soul will rise again.

    as do the dancers who spin and laugh,
    no morning will be shared,
    for a poets pen lays not still long,
    before it sings once more....


    Posted By mcglinnen | Aug 9, 2006
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    I really wish I could write like that, but I can't...Anywayz I really loved this poem it just reads so gracefully and seem so calming, Itz like when you were a child sitting and listening to a story one of your elders tell...it just is so artistic and meaning ful with so many quotables.....
    a poets pen lays not still long,
    before it sings once more....



    This piece in particular jus is so resilient with reason as to why mosts writers don't ever stop writing, that there are just periods in which a break is needed....I would like to know your inspiration and meaning of your poem if itz not too much to ask; Thank You


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    Dear mcglinnen,
    First I would like to say that just by the title alone, one knows they are in for some fine writing. I to, would love to know your inspiration for this piece, if you would like to share. I love poetry that has that "Old English" feel, and reads as such. Puts me in mind of all the classical poetic giants, for which we stand on their shoulders to go further. With this beautiful piece, I see you are a master player, and a master player has the talent to place their audience in the poem. You did just that. The picturesque and vivid imagery is quite lovely, and your word choice skillful. What you have painted here is the diary of what reads as yourself reclaiming your craft....and that is beautiful. I loved this mcglinnen....thank you for sharing this.

    Painted Diary aka Kimberly

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    Well crafted!!!


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    Daer Mcglinnen,
    I came back to read this beautiful poem again. Lovely.......thank you.

    Kim aka Painted Diary

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    Thank you for your words, unearned by myself yet welcome.

    As far as the poem, I fiercely believe in poetry and the image I had was of this poet who either died, or was unable to write anymore ( death of spirit). I also believe that in some way poets are connected. It doesn’t matter your age, race or background, if you write you are bound to others who write.

    So, in my fertile imagination, when one of us dies we all are drawn to a silent place where the poet is laid. Where better than Ireland (near Yeats bones to be found.) We dance in celebration of life and wait for the poet to be reborn.

    LOL this is more than you wanted but it was fun to explain.


    Posted By mcglinnen | Aug 13, 2006
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    MsJacquiiC Poetica Magnifique

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    It is quite the beauty - Love to read poetry about the muse and it seems like yours refuses to leave - Love the way this poem is crafted and the unforced rhyme is sorta brilliant!

    Great share - Thanx for sharing it with us MCGLINNEN

    Jacquii.


    Posted By MsJacquiiC | Oct 2, 2006
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