These Moments of Innocence..........{La Terza Versione}
This morning i awoke from a dream,
to the quintessence of pure innocence,
thru' my sunsoaked bedroom window.
Watched the sweet, soft landing
of a doves imposition,
upon a newborne branch
of the leanest tree,
lending shade, and confidence
to the infant limb,
by its presence, alone...
and nothing more;
discognizant to the virtue
of its mere presence,
...and nothing more -
just this...... and nothing more.
And it washed my face with smile
to see such divinity before my eye's.
Verdant and promising,
yet bleeding for nurture,
the infant limb embraced
the presence of the dove -
..........................cautiously.
And in time, so adopted
an unconscious bond of trust,
an expectence, if you will,
to all the young branch
grew accustomed to.
All this... and nothing more.
Moments such as these
are as close as perfection comes...
no closer be....just this,
and nothing more.
And ostensibly discognizant,
to the command of its presence
the white bird lays still,
ruminating about nothing
of significance, or consequence,
but mere expectence of the limb
for same reciprocal.
Still its wing's flutter spritely,
spinning fresh breeze upon itself
with an ambience of cherubic peace,
utopic peace.....in solitude.
Just this...and nothing more.
A trinity of doves carry overhead...
a family, a flock of natures' gold -
all this....and nothing more.
And within these fertile moments
innocence conceives;
innocence, incarnate,
life's sweetest gift.
And all too soon, life moves forward
as time knows how to do no different.
And with it, the child limb becomes -
a branch that will shoulder many years
of shelter, beauty....and so much more
providing confidence,
to its own offspring growth
upon the natural seed of nature.
And perhaps for a moment
the rememberance of a dove,
who has since moved forward in time -
to perch on other verdant trees
with newfound landings.
Yet, always discognizant
to its' virtuous presence,
the dove....would never know -
the gift it brought to an infant limb
so many ''moments'' ago.
All this, and so much more;
Innocence....a utopic dimension of being
that has no equal... to so much more.
These moments of absolute Innocence, i saw...
this morning....upon waking from a dream.
Frank James Ryan, Jr./FjR
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moments of absolute innocence are the moment of truth ,nature reveals to us.center stage is that joyful moment in time when you realised this joy.not every one feels ,or notices except a poet or a painter who see's beauty in everything seen....unseen !amazing write dear frank !
Did I miss this one ? Nope, I was one of the first to comment , months ago! I agree with arwritergal, below me...Yup, I do ! Love, Lauren Marie Elizabeth xo
Frank, this poem is "... as close as perfection comes" also. Wonderful imagery. I get the repetition. You are driving home a point. Slow down. Embrace the peace and serenity. Observe the innocence. Ironically, I believe that the comment below that prompted your response perfectly demonstrated the exact point you were trying to make. We're too impatient. We want instant gratification. Unfortunately, our rushed lifestyles deny us the privilege of glimpsing these tender moments. I also appreciate the relationship between the limb and the dove. The limb relies on the dove. "In love," so to speak. But, the dove is oblivious. Later on, the limb mentally journeys back to the time of the dove. I feel that as the thoughts we all have from time to time where we find ourselves longing for those moments of innocence. Excellent poem! Thanks for sharing!!
A tender rendering of a morning of perfect peace between God's gifts... Dorothy A Poet Who Loves to Sing
Wow! So absolutely beautiful! I love all the scene you've painted, so exquisite and softly alluring. It is so very lovely and delightful. Wonderful.
glad to see You back. Just read and love the personal touches and co operational happenings between tree branch and bird.
Vinita, far 2 kind you be...but don't stop now...lol!!! FjR
Wow! This is sheer poetry. You've created magic with your thoughts here. You are one brilliant writer! The word-images simply came alive in front of my eyes and drew me in completely! Superb!
This is an extraordinary poem, Frank. Beautifully structured (love the repetition) and with a theme of wonder and awe in the ordinary that has some of the grace of a Walt Whitman. This poem reads like a hymn to the natural world and is delivered in a soft voice. An exceptional piece. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
So long as you can find yourself a way out so you can read more poems !lol! Thank You, Bonnee Lass ! FjR
wow I got lost in this gorgeous write Frank ~beautiful-very beautiful!
this is so beautiful. a life full of glow and beam. very beautiful piece if art, thanks for sharing.pl see my new poems .
Thank you so much Frank for your giveaway!
Only this...but where's Lenore? (0;
innocence conceives; / innocence, incarnate, / life's sweetest gift........................ This poem is also like a gift to the readers.
So so beautiful... Glorious, Frank... Love the whole length...! Tfs!
When I read your poetry I am awed by the grandeur, the grace, the mastery of form...and heartened still by the elegant vision of innocence...the dove who is 'dicognizant to its viruous presence,' yet inspires us still through your fine poem
My God, you missed the ship as well as the Innocent Moment, RH! And, to think, i count on you to to be the one who is capable of dragnetting my(time-factor) frequent poetic short-cuts....Perhaps you have lost that 1st step, as the told Frazier in '76? For if you had read this work as comprehensively as you would like me to believe you did...you would have realized in a New York minute, that both the prolixity & gradiose repetitives, were placed at certain points of the work for a specific & fairly scopeable reason. And, now, as penance for your uncharacteristic tunnel-vision, which obviously led to your jejune conclusions...i am not going to share that reason with you! You will either have to really read this work....or go to your grave with the knowing i retired one-up on ya'... LOL!But theres a bright side to this scenario...You're still my friend...And, theres your CLUNKER!...badabum !LOL....FjcR
I think much of this could be said in a lot less words Frank. Even the bit between bird and branch could become 3-4 lines and carry the message. If I'm being rough on you let me know. Send me a clunker. I'll get the message. Wallace Steven's Sunday Morning is a better read. :-) Now his green parrot is a bird to be reckoned with; we get it pie in the face. A poet friend// RH Peat
the bliss of this beautiful sight has rubbed itself on me.....i am amazed at your feelings for the nature,so deep and true.great poem......ritty
My friend, love gives eyes to see the magic and transmit it to our readers. What more can be requested by the words?
Man is at peace with nature and all it's beauty,in creatures both large and small, small as in this case. Nice!
A poem of radiance, peace and absolute love: These moments of absolute Innocence, i saw... this morning....upon waking from a dream.
A reflection of great beauty that notices the changes that happen around us all the time. Nature is a great teacher and if we all listened like you do, our world would be like ten thousand doves....just full of peace. Thank you Frank
Now this is what I call a brilliant poetry...from the very first line to the mesmerizing ending.So many gorgeous phrases with dimensional wordings..Just Awesome Doc !
flying away with it
The dew drops of innocence drips fine from your lines. Sublime thoughts and an innocent grace wings out from your lines. Thanks for sharing with us these precious moments of Innocence.
WOW! this poem is awesome!
This is poetry is one of pure excellence and I am in total awe of it all! There is so much beauty and to swoon over and it needs to be read many times over to relish every little bit! Bravo!!!
Perty darned good,oh great scribe of ancient times of heart enlightenments and brain escursions of the brightest ones left aboard the ships of brilliance and greatness seized upon us all awed and amazed of Yon writeable talents yet so as yet,unsurpassed by any. Such inTENseual strings of the mind that Ye doth tug at all. Impressive writing to say the least. Me likes it,Me thinks!
I always loved this and this version is no exception. a beautiful read. Love you, Meow!
Innocence has already regained so beautifully with this breath taking piece..Love it Frank.Truly remarkable.
Everybody has said it all, Frank, I'll just say, magnificent! and I just love; 'Still its wing's flutter spritely,/spinning fresh breeze upon itself/ with an ambience of cherubic peace' :)
Fantastic write, Frank, I am in awe(well, as always when reading your works).Thanks for sharing your poetry:)
your excellence in writing shows very well in this poem
Great write FJR... and yes we are indeed happier than you! made us stop (doin something) never read such wonderful revised poem from start to finish... wow! ;) -Misty
Frank, this is an amazing piece. Not sure how many times you've revised it, but you really got it right with this version. About as close to perfection as a poet can get. I'm a fan...
Peace and innocence personified as moments in the life of branch and a dove by talent such as yours Frank need nothing more - an excellent write.
Geeze !My Daughter, the Comment Comedy Queen !Yer' lucky that we both have the same eccentric sense of humor, little Missy!....So i guess i'll allow ya' to continue hangin' yer 50 lb Gucci-Juicy handbag 'round my place for a spell longer !HaH !Love,Dad...
Smokes alive, Dad, you're going to beat this poem to a poetic pulp aren't you ?!(lol)! I love it. And this version really is better than the first thousand !(lol)!Great write,Dad! Love, Lauren Marie Elizabeth xo
I cannot agree more with Sonya's assessment of this wonderful piece Frank.....Kudos to you and thanks
wow, as i'm reading this, i can't believe how beautfiul it is, more and more as i go down the lines thinking it can't get any more beautiful than it is, then you end it with those two exquisite lines..... you've capturde bliss and you've transferred it to the reader!! my humble thanks!!
Nothing short of being simply beautiful .... and nothing more. great write, sir.