Idyll
Mingled by moon-driven tides,
beautiful cumulus rises grandly
over waves of grain-raising fields;
dwellers, in small-farm worlds, are pleased.
Alan McAlpine Douglas , father to 5 and grandfather to 3, has been writing poetry since 1993. His idiosyncratic voice has produced thousands of poems in this time, and he finds it quite hard to stay serious, even when he means to. He also enjoys writing spoofs, using well-known poems or songs like Clementine or In the Ghetto as his models.
Really enjoyed this Alan!
ReplyDeleteDear Alan,
ReplyDeleteIt is nice to see you already have a comment from Peggy. Welcome to Whispers! I hope you enjoy your time spent here. Please let me know if you have any questions. Best wishes with all your writing endeavors.
Blessings,
Karen
I can see your poem and imagine the satisfaction of those "dwellers".
ReplyDeleteWelcome to Whispers Alan and thank you for sharing this wonderful poem. I loved the picture you "painted" with words. I sincerely appreciate your talent.
ReplyDeleteCharlene
Something very wholesome about this piece! I enjoyed its company! Best wishes Ralph.
ReplyDeleteliking the esoteric quality of your poem
ReplyDeleteDear Friends,
ReplyDeleteI replied several hours ago, but the reply never appeared. So I tried the above. Not much use.
So here is what I really wanted to say :
Thank you all very much for your lovely responses. Is this the right time to confess that my inspiration was a list of 10 words ?
I have done a huge number of such challenges, and think some are among my best poems. I recommend all poets twist their brains around such challenges.
Love
Alan
Hi Alan. Welcome to Whispers! Thank you for the delightful "Idyll-By." I enjoyed reading it. Continued blessings!
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Well you really got me Alan with the moon driven tides.. I was observing the London traffic yesterday and those driver mingled like they were 'moon inspired' well moon something anyway.' there was loads of fumeluses rising grandly . ' there were fields full of 'hell raisers' to say the least at football, I also long to be a small world farm dweller 'specially after editing these lines..' All the best Joe.'
ReplyDeleteAlan, Right after 911 happened I was visiting my sister in Northern Alberta. It was an unseasonably wonderful sunny October. One afternoon I looked out and the sun was shining on the fields of winter wheat surrounding her place. It was a magical golden sea, complete with moving waves. This poem is like a description of what I saw at that time. That left me breathless, so does this poem.
ReplyDeleteAlan,
ReplyDeleteI can't imagine writing such a short poem with just 10 words as inspiration. That is quite an accomplishment! Welcome to Whispers!
Your new friend,
David Fox
Hi Alan:
ReplyDeleteNice to see you at Whispers....Welcome....We go back a long way with the word challenges and I always enjoyed them. This one is no exception. Beautiful and satisfying images.
Love,
SuZ