With ripples on lakes and flakes of melting snow
The night was magic, as he took to row,
Music twined with the moving breeze,
I was losing myself in tranquil seas,
All was calm by the country side
Just he and me, in that stolen ride.
On lapis waters, we saw her glide
Gentle and mild, floating with pride,
I saw him tune the oars with grace
~ a glimpse behind the bygone race..
The sky above with multitude of stars
I felt, the world was mine, that night was ours.
The poet drenched in blissful showers,
Fantasy reigning those golden hours;
On the moonlit lake, he sailed his way
Leaving behind the hills, willow trees grey..
An endless sail, a timeless gift
From the worldy thoughts, a hushed drift.
I could see them still, that dreamy sight
Sailing with the poet on a winter's night..
Author notes
Just a wild imagination.. when fantasies break free.. sailing with Wordsworth in his stolen boat..
WOW.. I enjoyed this..
A contest entry
- Rhyming Rumble 1 ( part one of a 3 part series ) by RuthKephart.
525 points, ended April 5, 21 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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I cannot think of a better partner to sail with. Just wonderfully done in lovely rhyme and rhythm. You have touched me with this poem. So well done. Best of luck in this contest. ~Pamela
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Thanks Pam yeah true.. there couldnt b a better partner for a boat ride by the hill side it wuld jst b a stolen night..
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I thoroughly enjoyed reading this the second stanza being my favourite here.
Well done and best wishes for the contest.
Katie
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Thanks I enjoyed imagining this and writing this too..
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That perfected the rhyme nicely
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i have said before and say it again... i absolutely love that rhyme..its a great poem...beautiful imagination... just imagine if the poet then actually wrote a poem for you that very instant! wow! your poems flow with great ease. its so very balanced. all the best in contest.
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