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Along The Way....
by
Frank Fields
copyright 06-09-2007
Age Rating: 7 to 127
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for Sam
Come, now, allow these gifts
To wash all through your weary soul,
A gift of promise to be found anew,
Whether to argue with a friend
Or find a word in spelled delight.
A gentle, soothing touch upon the brow,
A journey into my own land
Of dancing elves and cherubs all a-smile
Each beguiling you to play.
Come, now, enter the magick ring
And allow this poor and humble guide
To show the ways and wonders of wordsmith true.
Paint a picture with a a magick brush
Each sable hair to tickle canvas,
Brings forth another wonder of delight and awe.
See fairy tale castles, and deep dark woods,
Dank with fertile earth where covens meet
From early night till later dawn.
Strangely silent sounds abound as
All go on their way to magick castle,
With wares to sell or trade perhaps to earn
A coin or three for hungry purse.
Hush now, quiet, as knight goes by on prancing horse.
All stand and kneel in awe of his great strength.
Clad in mail, head to toe, with his steed
In equal garb, go they proudly prancing
To lane of champions where valor wins
A lady's favor, her color on his arm.
Hear gypsy flutes, cards being spread,
A fortune told or read or seen.
Crystal ball tries to hide in its dark tent.
By candlelight, a scrying is being done,
Fair young maid would know her love.
She sits in softly glowing silks and satins,
The blush upon her cheeks, a quiet beauty,
Her love she seeks from gnarled, witchy hag.
Children playing in dusty streets
As children always have and will,
Stopping here and there among the shops
To smell the new-tanned leather,
The iron fire in smithy's forge,
Smells of wood from world around,
Camphor, cypress, sandalwood, and cedar
All of these and more.
This is my magick circle, ring of hope
Where all can be and is.
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07-17-2007 Barbara Walker
Hi Frank
JP Rowling watch out....... This poem conjures sound, vision, texture, smell, indeed a huge and compelling, shall I say bewitched and bewitching world. Once entered, can we find our way out?
The dedication is a beautiful thing.
Seemed to me, correct me if i'm mistaken, was the poem a response to an argument that saddened someone and instead of wasting time and energy, You were suggesting using those powers to enter the magic world of imagination and happiness and writing?
I'd have preferred another title, "ring of hope"? "magick circle"? to hint at the mysterious subtle and enigmatic nature of this soft and gentle poem.
I can only describe this poem as a beautiful and magestically concocted potion.
Barbara
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07-01-2007 Richard Reed Jr
A soft and gentle piece. A whimsical piece.
Word smiths are needed in this world for many things. But mostly to feel everything even the words themselves.
You are a master at that and a master word smith.
I enjoy all your poetry immensely.
Thanks, and keep 'em comin',
Rich
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06-14-2007 Wayne Thomas
What to say? One of the best-written pieces I've read on P-n-P in a long time. While there are a lot of free verse lines--well done, thank you!--there are a lot of scanning iambic verses--a touch of old Bob Frost, eh? The fantasy took me back to the sort of novel I read in college--bright and dark fantasies--that's when I wasn't doing Yeats and stuff like that. Yes, I like it, very, very much. I'll keep watching for your stuff. Good.
Wayne
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06-13-2007 Leigh G.
Hmmm...by your dedication, and Sam's reaction I guess this is for PnP's very own Samantha?
Very flowing, vivid descriptions, and a lot of lines that have more meaning than they appear to at first glance. Very solid structure, but all these things have become your claims to fame, correct? So I'll skip to my thoughts on the poem itself.
While this poem possessed all the aspects one would anticipate, there is one aspect this poem seems to be lacking: impact. It's very close to having a large impact on the person reading it, aside from the person it is to, but it didn't leave me going, "...Wow..." like some of your other works have. I usually don't mention the impact on the reader, because few authors can capture that, but your pieces are always close to it or posses it. In the long run, this was a good poem though. Keep writing!
Leigh of the Commenting Community
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06-13-2007 Walter Jones
Time marks age in streams waiting success, bits and parts break ground with voice and sounds. Dreams work in background, expectations leading and falling like old hopes dismantled, a story teller plying his craft, special your gift... Walt
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06-12-2007 Riona Evers
Ahh! A spellbinding poem this is! Very, very
enchanting and captivating the words are written! Truly, a person reading this piece will envisage, in their minds, a gentle and wise wordsmith who guides the readers to his world of Magick and fables. I, for one, certainly have seen this wordsmith, and hopefully will encounter him again.
The structure of "Along the Way...." is marvelous. The beginning draws the audience, or rather, invites them along the grand journey, while describing to them the destination of your world. The stanzas vividly portray each and every aspect, charm, and brilliance of the voyage; also, leaving in the readers' hearts, the quintessence of "the magick circle," and a hint awe. I was breath-taken when completed with the 'flight'; the spell settled in reminiscence.
I do not want to weary you by reminding how beautiful the imageries are incorporated into this, and all of your works, but I will anyways. Frank, your use of imagery are like paintings, in which the audience actually 'sees' the thoughts you've inscribed to words.
Words of cheer are always the best for the troubled heart.
Great piece and Bravo, Frank ^_^
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06-10-2007 Frank Fields
As all things in this world and beyond
Must surely strike a balance fairly seen
The coin in which we deal must be our words
But when those words cause one to stay the course
And more, to put a value back into a life, a soul
That had begun to doubt its own wisdom
Was, like The Phoenix, reborn of fire offered
And then to share a little thing, perhaps, but still a sharing
Of a day which could have been better, but was worse
Allowed a wordsmith to step forth with a pen
And pen a line or two or three
Which were meant to bring a smile and give delight
The coin was offered, the scales balanced
But, somehow still, there seemed a debt
Which needed paid beyond the coin and so
Being but a humble craftsman tried to craft a simple treasure
And lay it at your feet to place upon these scales
That must always balance.
The Thanks are mine, but you are welcome. ^_^
Frank :)
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06-10-2007 Sam Hackel-Butt
Oh Frank, it seems even more beautiful posted here! I can't deny I smiled-- not just with my lips. I felt like my whole face was smiling at the words. This cheered me up greatly. I didn't know what to say really then, and I still don't. Maybe I'll wait for others to read this before commenting properly :D
-Sammeh ^-^
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