© RH Peat 7/20/2011 11:15am
Form: 7 stanzas/ 18 lines
metaphor: Reaching a destination isn’t a journey.
At The Destination:
At The Destination:
All the blue sky above the oaks
is too much to hold without wonder.
It is always the journey itself
that is held in great significance.
So in density the wild dreams arrive.
The bystanders never understand
the beating heart of the runner who
only runs because he loves to run.
The spotted petals on the orange
Tiger-lilies call out my name
It’s the first time we’ve met this year,
yet we willfully laugh together.
The end of the road could be as far
away as Death Valley; it doesn’t matter.
The purple Wave-Petunias silently
shout velvet-glory into stilled retinas
along the journey like gilded goldfish
swimming around in dark pools.
© RH Peat 7/20/2011
Wonderful play of metaphor... "The bystanders never understand the beating heart of the runner who only runs because he loves to run"... I like this verse. Awesome over all effect on my mind with that skilled finish.. ".... journey like gilded goldfish swimming around in dark pools.".. Thank you very much for sharing!
From seeing the picture to the very last line, every part of this is superb. I love the freedom, the beauty, the wisdom and the wonderful metaphors. Brilliant!
"Always the journey itself" is the phrase which sticks in the mind among the many fine metaphors in this unforgettble piece Ron. Great writing.
Aside from the anxiety of excitement, that which Challenge & Destiny pours as & at times with added blood-sweat...It is usually only because we wouldn't have it any other way...The metaphor theme you chose is an efflorescent paradigm, my friend...as only you know how to conjur-up & creatively facilitate.The final stanza takes both meta& image & courses them into a perfectly balanced & satisfying poetic confluence.... Now, listen, R.H..If you are going to continue to make my amateur scriblings look subservient, i'm going to recommend to Johannes & Peter you be overnighted back to PH, with a label stating "NO RETURNS"!....LOL!Superb Work, Ron! ~FjR~!
"Gilded goldfish swimming around in dark pools." How lovely a phrase is that...? A simply wonderful poem. Dorothy A Poet Who Loves To Sing
Ron, this is one marvel of a piece....yes it is always the journey itself that is held ingreat significance....Bookmarked
Having travelled and arrived or having trudged and reached ...the difference is the shaded corridor that separates the journey from the milestone ...the poem gives a fresh viewpoint into a subject that's been a poetic delight for ages ...I read it with awe and am spellbound with its charm...
A brilliant description of life, the spiritual entities have been blend beautifully.
Ah Ron, you've blended three significant perceptions here - the "now", the "then", and the "to come". Stunning, really. The opening is brilliant - to presume to be at the destination! Which, really, is the end...so the poignancy of seeing the overwhelming blue sky, the entirety of all...fantastic! "So in density the wild dreams arrive" - I envision a man at the end of his road, gazing up at that blue sky and seeing his life and dreams up there. You go from that, to the recognition of the "now" in all of us (the runner's heart stanza). I love that stanza - to be so competely within your self and your present moment. Then you call us gently away to enjoy the color of life - those tiger lillies seen every year but purposefully enjoyed at each sighting! The whole poem is interlaced with color and vibrancy. Then we are reminded that the end could be anywhere...and it is unimportant. The now, those beautiful purple petunias...those are important! Love it, Ron, simply love it. A friend in poetry - kah