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Inspired by an acrylic by Stan Stolt
the sky seems bluer than before
the trees and shed take on a sheen
I may have missed before,
even the roosters sport a confidence
born of being washed, cleansed
from barn lot dust, feathers
bristling brighter as the sun dances
on their spritely red combs.
Even the water, now pooled in low
places, mirrors a certain gaiety.
In the freshness of morning air . . .
what is this fragrance wafting
like a priest’s censer filling a church?
What is this Presence, so tied to the earth?
© by Michael Escoubas.
Used with the author's permission
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Michael Escoubas began writing poetry for publication in August of 2013, after retiring from a 48-year-career in the printing industry. He writes poetry because, early in life, his mother encouraged him. Michael also writes poetry because he believes poetry brings people together and that poets are menders of broken things. He is the author of six collections; the most recent is Ripples Into the Light, a collection partnered with photographs by Vandana Bajikar and designed to “rest the soul and calm the spirit.” Michael is Senior Editor and Book Reviewer at Quill and Parchment, an online poetry journal. He lives in Illinois.
     
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CamilleBalla:
Very nice. Like seeing with new eyes: sensing a new scent.
Posted 10/17/2021 02:16 PM
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Jo:
A day late Im afraid but Im happy I was able to read this beautiful poem.
Such a praise poem.
Posted 10/15/2021 09:40 PM
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ladybug:
A fresh look at the results of rain.
Very soothing and lovely, Michael.
Susan T. Moss
Posted 10/15/2021 06:03 PM
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michael escoubas:
Dear Friends, I so appreciate your gracious comments. Thank you one and all.
Posted 10/15/2021 02:31 PM
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Arlene Gay Levine:
Michael, your poem is as fresh as the moment it describes. I am particularly moved by your last line, so crisply uniting the Real with the real.
Posted 10/15/2021 01:24 PM
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Carebear10:
Even the water, now pooled in low places always a pleasure to read your ekphrastic poetry, Michael. Caroline J
Posted 10/15/2021 12:52 PM
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DavidTookey:
Michael, thank you for this tender, subtle meditaion on nature's beauty. A great poem brings us back again and again; here is a poem that does just that.
Posted 10/15/2021 11:57 AM
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Lori Levy:
The freshness after the rain comes across beautifully in this poem. Very visual.
Posted 10/15/2021 11:09 AM
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cork:
You have captured "after the rain" in high style.
Posted 10/15/2021 09:10 AM
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Larry Schug:
I agree with Sharon. The words and painting enhance each other. I enjoy the before and after aspect of this poem, reflected in the eyes of the human reader/viewer.
Posted 10/15/2021 07:07 AM
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Sharon Waller Knutson:
I* love this Ekphrastic poem. It describes the painting perfectly and the poem itself is photographic enough to stand alone. My favorites lines are: "In the freshness of morning air . . .
what is this fragrance wafting like a priests censer filling a church?
What is this Presence, so tied to the earth?"
Posted 10/15/2021 05:35 AM
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