winter in Beaumont park

[BarryC]

Autumn's departing breath does not
disturb trees stolidly balanced on
winter's tightrope. I see a robin red
breast, heart on stilts, flit across
snow lit branches. I walked with
the moon unable to catch it's train
which was elusive elevated high
above me. Migrant seagulls who
will find their way home, save an
imprint of the winter moon. Acorns
wait to be recovered by a squirrel
experiencing memory's false echoes.
Ticket to hide provided by Beaumont
park to elude the multitude,
under winter's sly ascent the rose
is robbed of it's scent and furnished
with a frosty beard. My senses are
carried on the sun's rickshaw as they
follow songs of the thrush, queued that
tarry, until he detects and accords with
the trees heartbeat, the thin heat has
cured boughs of stagnant sleet, the
bird has to act upon but cannot match
the winds rough dialect discovering it
has no tongue as it crashes against
boughs. Red-wings forage to fuel their
plumage, flowers cannot persuade rain
to fall,they wait patiently for the return
of their perfume.

[AlzheimerDreams]

Brilliant, I don't know where Beaumont park is but the imagery is fascinating and so mind-filling:
The Robin a 'heart on stilts', 'snow lit branches', 'Migrant seagulls who will find their way home, save an imprint of the winter moon' and 'squirrel experiencing memory's false echoes' ... it goes on like that, Wow.

Thank you, Barry. If it was up to me you'ld be in the Spotlight for this one - you've got my vote if there's a way of giving it.

[Liquid Bear]

Wow! I couldn't agree more with AlzheimerDreams. To me, this read more like a prose poem, an incredibly compelling and spellbinding one. You have such a gift for imagery. Almost, a controlled stream of consciousness.

Bear

[JASON]

It's just Barry c doing what he does (rocking the house!)
The imagery is splendid. For me the standout phrases are:
thin heat + the wind's rough dialect...

[inflames]

Aw, this is lovely. Great imagery and the wording is absolutely beautiful in some places. Really portrays the scene well. Well done and congrats on your spotlight!

[jsol]

wow! really quite taken with this piece and still kinda catching my breath a little... it's a rush, reading that fluid stream of words as they shed the trappings of the dictionary and spread open into a numberless mosaic of emotions and narratives that lightly brushes its shimmering lips along the mind before heading straight into a long, passionate, sensual kiss with the heart. really awesome writing that i'm exited to read again.

[Josie]

Congratulations on the TPS Spotlight. You had masterful images throughout the poem, but I was moved by your careful beginning presentation. I split it to point out and enjoy each tidbit:

Autumn's departing breath does not
disturb trees stolidly balanced on
winter's tightrope.

I see a robin red
breast, heart on stilts, flit across
snow lit branches.

I walked with
the moon unable to catch it's train
which was elusive elevated high
above me.

Migrant seagulls who
will find their way home, save an
imprint of the winter moon.