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This is great, Sharon. There's no void of down-toned comm on our planet today.
You make a great point about creating "good effects", not only in our art, but in our
lives as we lead them. That is what Ron says in Route To Infinity- just being a
bea…
Your verses leave me detached, suspended in the silence of me.
And then the endless contemplations of "what if" so much beauty
could fill the spaces of us all.
Of glancing snowflakes fondling the waiting earth,
Of hunted geese safely nestled on the pond,
Of smoke-swept chimneys with smell of burning wood
And lighted houses glistening like sun.
Of cards and gifts from those both known and loved,
Rememberan…
Kent,
Looks like the Spirit of Christmas has its magic grips on you.
You nail precisely where we are on this planet as beings in a very simple
but direct way.
Whitman could not have said it any better.
Thanks, Kent. I still believe in Santa, too!
Green Mountains covered in winter hoar
unmoved by the tumbling river below
that twists itself over boulders left
long before the snow.
A narrow country road, it snakes
a route beside the stream,
winding and weaving, high and low,
mimicking each fic…
Thanks Kent for your comments, your diligent attention and recognition.
Very perceptive of you. I'm frankly surprised anyone, other than a literature professor,
would see this.
Yes, three phiosophies in one poem. But more to the point, in one poet…
Whoa, Don, that's enough poem for a large group of great poets.
Or, a set of philosophies within a single poem???
Whew.
Very cool Don. I like the imagery and the metaphors.
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- Favorite Quote
- "A pebble, dropped in a pool, can make ripples to the furthest shore." LRH
- Brief Bio
- Born a 5th generation native Floridian which makes me an endangered species, I have since taken refuge on the Isle of Fantasy in the Theta Universe. By nature I am a poet and a romantic by heart. I am neither a writer or poet by formal education, rather a thetapoet. ( Please see my personal blog before for further description of "thetapoet".) I am also a painter of my illusions and a contributing artist to Festivals on The Paths to Fantasy, its home universe of Monteisola on magic Lago D' Iseo, Northern Italy. My poetry has been published in several anthologies by The International Library of Poetry. Through my writings and paintings, I attempt to give voice to the human spirit in a time where materialism and pedantic intellectualism are prized and barely a whisper is given to the spiritual side of man. It is my purpose to progress as an artist with the vision to remain a free artist.
- Personal Website
- http://thetaplay.blogspot.com
Francis Don Daniels's Written Works
Christmas Sonata
Of glancing snowflakes fondling the waiting earth,
Of hunted geese safely nestled on the pond,
Of smoke-swept chimneys with smell of burning wood
And lighted houses glistening like the sun.
Of cards and gifts from those both known and loved,
Rememberance of whom departed yet still beloved,
Of song and dance that make the heart feel gay,
Each and all a gift of Christmas Day.
I see your eyes within the twinkling lights
And feel your presence with each flake of snow,
Your warmth and spirit the bi… Continue
Of hunted geese safely nestled on the pond,
Of smoke-swept chimneys with smell of burning wood
And lighted houses glistening like the sun.
Of cards and gifts from those both known and loved,
Rememberance of whom departed yet still beloved,
Of song and dance that make the heart feel gay,
Each and all a gift of Christmas Day.
I see your eyes within the twinkling lights
And feel your presence with each flake of snow,
Your warmth and spirit the bi… Continue
Posted on December 19, 2009 at 11:00am —
A Soul ( English Translation of Un Anima )
A soul has opened up the World
It will light up the colors of the Universe
It will light up the colors in your eyes.
And there will be no more cold
To gray the spirit and gray the skies.
And it will climb...and climb...until
The World is filled with Beauty
That will open all our eyes.
It will light up the colors of the Universe
It will light up the colors in your eyes.
And there will be no more cold
To gray the spirit and gray the skies.
And it will climb...and climb...until
The World is filled with Beauty
That will open all our eyes.
Posted on December 15, 2009 at 1:32pm —
E Tempo Di Andare (And Time To Go)
And time to go
when the drift of seasons
with vivid brightness and colors
fills us all with joy.
I sit on a hill
and look away
out
where the cat's eyes
are lost
the verge
between horizon
and dreams
melting fast
in the breadth
of time.
I hear songs
of the night
light touches
singing
without
sound
the song of silence...
When sighs
the old tower
time to go.
All Rights Reserved Pier Paderni. (Franciacorta, Italy 1971)
Reprinted With Permission. English Translation Francis Don Daniels.
when the drift of seasons
with vivid brightness and colors
fills us all with joy.
I sit on a hill
and look away
out
where the cat's eyes
are lost
the verge
between horizon
and dreams
melting fast
in the breadth
of time.
I hear songs
of the night
light touches
singing
without
sound
the song of silence...
When sighs
the old tower
time to go.
All Rights Reserved Pier Paderni. (Franciacorta, Italy 1971)
Reprinted With Permission. English Translation Francis Don Daniels.
Posted on December 15, 2009 at 1:30pm —
Un Anima
Un anima che ha aperto il mondo
Si accandondo i colori del cosmo
Si accandondo i colori nei vostri occhi.
E non ci saranno piu freddo
Lo spirito di grigio e grigio il cielo.
E chi la salita...e la salita...fino al
Il mondo e' pieno di bellezza
Per aprire i nostri occhi.
Si accandondo i colori del cosmo
Si accandondo i colori nei vostri occhi.
E non ci saranno piu freddo
Lo spirito di grigio e grigio il cielo.
E chi la salita...e la salita...fino al
Il mondo e' pieno di bellezza
Per aprire i nostri occhi.
Posted on December 15, 2009 at 12:25pm —
Christmas In Vermont
Green Mountains covered in winter hoar
unmoved by the tumbling river below
that twists itself over boulders left
long before the snow.
A narrow country road, it snakes
a route beside the stream,
winding and weaving, high and low,
mimicking each fickle slope-
a tableau fit for dreams.
Gabled rooftops protrude the hoary veil
revealing saltboxes tallowing the road-
motley structures huddled in clusters
as if to stay warm
from the stinging cold.
Neither buildings tall, showy, or many
(yet poignan… Continue
unmoved by the tumbling river below
that twists itself over boulders left
long before the snow.
A narrow country road, it snakes
a route beside the stream,
winding and weaving, high and low,
mimicking each fickle slope-
a tableau fit for dreams.
Gabled rooftops protrude the hoary veil
revealing saltboxes tallowing the road-
motley structures huddled in clusters
as if to stay warm
from the stinging cold.
Neither buildings tall, showy, or many
(yet poignan… Continue
Posted on December 10, 2009 at 11:00am —
Comment Wall (6 comments)
- At 2:51pm on December 1, 2009,
Barbara Zieger said… - Dear Francis!
Thancs for the letters. I understand that so much. It is so important to create art for the soul not for the body. I like your poems but my english is not so good. I presed the button for translating. But then it is not really fluently.
ARC Barbara
- At 4:03pm on November 25, 2009,
Sharon Johnson said…
- Thank you, fine sir! I've read several of your poems, and it is obvious that you have an ability to flow the written word with aplomb and style! Thank you for sharing your creates!
- At 11:41am on September 17, 2009,
Neil Davis said… - Your bio is pleasing poertry also !!!!
- At 2:55pm on August 23, 2009,
Kent Davis said…
- Francis,
Amazing work, really amazing and spot on.
Nothing else to say other than keep it coming -- the world is so incredibly thirsty for this.
- At 3:49pm on May 20, 2009,
Adrienne A Boutin said… - You're right on the money Francis,i am a musician!You are very observant.i feed off vulnerability-my own,but more often others.Most of my written works are lyrics. i have a myspace with only one shotty video for now-feel free to check it out. Your kind words are encouraging to keep on.
- At 5:04pm on May 19, 2009,
Adrienne A Boutin said…
- Thank you so very much.my only regret is i can mearly describe a touch of the overwhelming caress that is a wolf's song.im glad you are able to grasp that.
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This is great, Sharon. There's no void of down-toned comm on our planet today.
You make a great point about creating "good effects", not only in our art, but in our
lives as we lead them. That is what Ron says in Route To Infinity- just being a
bea…
Your verses leave me detached, suspended in the silence of me.
And then the endless contemplations of "what if" so much beauty
could fill the spaces of us all.
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