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The mourning dove doesn't sound mournful to me,
wistful maybe,
but not melancholy,
as if happy with the day
whether a chill March one like this
or a sultry one in August.
For me it sings of childhood summers,
spent at the lake
where my grandfather had a house,
of warm mornings
when fresh from bed
I could comfortably step outside shirtless,
of times when I could hear
the trees' full rustle
and waves lapping the shore,
and see fish dimple the mirror of evening
and swallows swoop
over the languid water
streaked with gold.
© 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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Wilda Morris:
Beautiful language!
Posted 03/20/2024 08:49 AM
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jamvan:
So beautiful..... I love 'see fish dimple the mirror of evening'
Posted 03/19/2024 11:58 PM
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Jancan:
I SO enjoyed this vividly descriptive poem~~nostalgia at its best!
Posted 03/19/2024 09:40 PM
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Lori Levy:
Beautiful memory of childhood summers.
Posted 03/19/2024 02:42 PM
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CamilleBalla:
Beautiful, serene poem. I am almost hearing the trees rustle.The sound of the dove - wistful does it. Streaked with gold, - from both sun and memories.
Thank you,
Posted 03/19/2024 10:28 AM
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EstherJ:
This poem brought a smile to my face. Thank you. I don't think mourning doves sound mournful either and they are beautiful.
Posted 03/19/2024 09:35 AM
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bobbi43sml@aol.com:
I agree completely and have always left out the U and thought of them at Morning doves.. as often on an early dawning warm day , their cooing would be the first sounds through my open window . Beautifully done , thank you Richard
Posted 03/19/2024 08:45 AM
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Dragonfly:
I am new to this site, but what a wonderful way to start the day
this 90 year old woman thanks you from the bottom of my heart for providing this. best wishes
Posted 03/19/2024 08:35 AM
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NormaB:
A beautiful poem with so many memorable lines: fish dimple the mirror of evening. Wonderful!
Posted 03/19/2024 08:26 AM
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Anastasia:
We are fortunate to have many mourning doves in our neighborhood! Their coos are so soothing and sweetthey make my day much better, too! This is such a lovely poem, Richardthank you!
Posted 03/19/2024 05:56 AM
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