scribbler
Sep 17, 2012

SABBATICAL

Gentle rustle of late summer leaves
some of which begin to turn
brings solace to a heart that grieves
and peace whenever rages burn.

For I've found in my long life
most problems are wrought by men,
so when my world is filled with strife
I search out a secluded glen.

And far from the jostling crowd
beyond the news of hate and war
in woods where a crow's cry seems loud
I stay 'till I yearn men once more.

About This Poem

Style/Type: Structured: Eastern

Review Request Direction: What did you think of my title?
How was my language use?
What did you think of the rhythm or pattern or pacing?
How does this theme appeal to you?
How was the beginning/ending of the poem?

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: South Carolina, United States, USA

Favorite Poets: Frost

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Ian.T

Ian.T

12 years 7 months ago

Life .. to the.. Walk in the woods we have been here before but it is such a lovely place to wander or just sit in the peace.
Your first stanza though did you mean it to be a lose couplet, I had thought a bit and failed to find a word to end either the first or third lines..
I shall think more but maybe it is for you to do lol.
Loved the write, I had just before reading this jotted down a piece about walking in the Forest, we shall see what happens to them all, Yours Ian

S

The form in stanza 1 was the one I Intended to maintain but the rhyming couplets just took over lol. I'm still searching for the correct words to carry couplets all the wat through..............stan

loved

loved

12 years 7 months ago

'''''most problems are wrought by........................ men?????

until you replace it with

'''women.....'''

I dare to not comment

wealth......money
wine.........whiskey
and
women... are man's banes

three wows
or woe's which?

loved

a poem should need
no explanation,
let the reader imagine
what was the poet's illusion
motion
emotion
commotion
imagination
whatever was his condition?
and what did he really want to convey
as a rendition
or conveyance
leave all to the reader's fascination
no need of critical confrontation
then alone guys gals
and Man
will call you
that only one
A SINGULAR poet
that you already are
Stan..
the Neopoets
one and only one MAN!

Ian.T

Ian.T

12 years 7 months ago

Have had a quick look at this just now but you are the master of this way of writing..
Something along the line of:-
Gentle rustle of late summer leaves
bring calm to a heart that needs to grieve.

Will look forward to your changes lol, Take care out there, Yours Ian.T

S

Grieve huh?..............hmmmm................thanks, an idea just emerged from my hollow skull lol..........stan

Ian.T

That is what I meant by how you are the master in coupling ???
LOL.
Apart from the odd begat it is now perfect..
Take care out there, teach you we must, Yours Ian.T

S

A true master would have gotten it right the First time lol. thanks for the ideas..................stan

S

When I bother to apply it the KISS principle usually serves me well lol. Thankd for the visit..................stan

loved

loved

12 years 7 months ago

hi loved ????
i posted a poem especially for you
Stan

see above