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Posted on 02-07-2009

Filed Under (Poetry) by Daniel F Mitchell

Horseshoe-Nail Ring

In her late-hour reminiscence,
She saw him against the sunrise,
Strong upon his chestnut stallion,
Tipping his brim to her as she smiled -
She, the schoolmarm, daffodil, poem-worthy soul,
As lovely as the yellowing photograph upon the mantel.

Young was she, serenaded by bird song, morning song,
Wrapped in rapture -
The cowboy stepping down to the dew-fresh grass,
Holding his hat upon his chest, over his heart to keep in the emotion,
His rock-hard hand presenting the ring as delicately as it was able -
The iron ring, pounded from a horseshoe nail.

In her sagging dresser drawer,
She kept a horseshoe-nail ring.

In her late-hour reminiscence,
A cowboy brought her the wealth of Eldorado,
And placed it in the palm of her hand.

~ Daniel F Mitchell

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Posted on 01-07-2009

Today as Forever

Filed Under (Poetry) by Daniel F Mitchell

Today As Forever

Ascend to a magical afterworld.
Once the immortal veil has been unfurled,
Dreams shall be as real as they seem.
Climb through the stars in a sunbeam,
To the land of eternity,
Where unicorns and fairies frolic with infinity,
Where mermaids wait out beyond the reef,
And the night owl has disavowed grief,
Singing the morning abreast robins and space,
Where lambs and lions embrace.

Fly away, fast away, over the cliff side,
Through the cascading mist, beyond the temporal tide.
Make a leap of faith upon the endless grass.
Abide in spring realms that never pass.
In the garden, never wilting, endeavor
To live tomorrow today, and today as forever.

~ Daniel F Mitchell

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Posted on 25-06-2009

The Pretenders

Filed Under (Poetry) by Daniel F Mitchell

The Pretenders

They sat peacefully at their meal,
Ate heartily their bread,
And said
Anything to appeal
To the spirit of the occasion.

Through gentle persuasion,
I hoped to discuss
Desert,
Without raising any fuss
Or any hurt
To the host.

But they drowned out the question,
With a unanimous suggestion
To raise a toast,
And drank deeply draughts of breath.

Of the rancid dish of death
They did not partake,
For merriment’s sake.
As a matter of formality,
They considered it a bit too hot.

They left it to simmer
On a back burner, under a lid -

They, the madmen who did not
Concern themselves with mortality,
And I, the madman who did.

~ Daniel F Mitchell

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Posted on 24-06-2009

Blowing Dandelions

Filed Under (Poetry) by Daniel F Mitchell

Blowing Dandelions

Some say the dandelion is a weed.
But I insist it is a golden star
That turns from sun to quasar,
And sows the earth with celestial seed.
The notion may seem farfetched at first,
Until one realizes a dandelion’s thirst
For life and proliferation, the desire
To go from seed to heavenly fire.

I smile when I spy, on some manicured yard,
A dandelion sun shining brightly on the sward,
Prying up through a lawn in glorious form,
Through the most thunderous gardener’s storm,
Defying the mower’s effort to darken skies,
Like some immortal escape artist’s surprise.

Late night, when stars twinkle remotely,
Like dandelion parachutes floating across eternity,
I think, possibly, that somewhere out there,
A boy has been blowing dandelions into the air.

~ Daniel F Mitchell

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Posted on 19-06-2009

Starfish

Filed Under (Poetry) by Daniel F Mitchell