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It was one of those rare moments
slow as the rising sun,
when the Earth stops breathing,
the air is utterly still
and lakes are transformed into mirrors
reflecting sky and trees
with serene precision.
© by Richard Greene.
Used with the author's permission.
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Richard Greene began writing poetry in the 8th grade, inspired by the opening lines of Longfellow's “Evangeline”—“This is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks / Bearded in moss and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight"—which he was required to read in class. In college, after a classmate deemed Richard’s rhyming poem “trite,” he stopped writing until, a couple of years later, a class with Henry Rago, subsequently editor of Poetry magazine, inspired him to resume his efforts. But poetry fell by the wayside for almost forty years as a busy career in international development consumed his life. As retirement approached, however, Richard’s dedication to poetry returned; he has since published three chapbooks: The Broken Guitar: Poems of War; Becoming Old: Poems of Aging; Painting with Words: Landscapes in Verse; and one full -length collection, To Talk of Many Things: Selected Poems. Richard, who lives in Nyack, New York, shares a "poem of the week" with anyone interested; get on his mailing list by requesting it at greeneplace@gmail.com.
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Anastasia:
A lovely moment, and one I would like to experience more often.
Posted 12/14/2023 08:17 AM
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Jancan:
Concise and powerful
Posted 12/10/2023 12:16 AM
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Lori Levy:
A calming poem.
Posted 12/09/2023 09:04 PM
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carlpalmer:
A rare moment, a familiar moment.
Posted 12/09/2023 01:22 PM
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KevinArnold:
Time stood still. Wonderful.
Posted 12/09/2023 09:56 AM
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DavidTookey:
Wonderful! Thanks for this quiet, gentle poem.
Posted 12/09/2023 09:47 AM
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Angela Hoffman:
I found my breathing slowing down as I read this. I always love Richard's poems.
Posted 12/09/2023 08:50 AM
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