"Summer Evening at Skagen Beach" by Peder Severin KrøyerMourning Verse by Michael Curtis The Society September 27, 2019 Beauty, Love Poems, Poetry 8 Comments Sandprints Yes: Life is pleasure, life is grand, __Life is sweet and fleeting; Alike a stroll upon the sand, __Alike a heart that’s beating In measured pace, step after step, __In meter through our days, We grow, we build, and then we ebb, __And then we wash away. The waves are but the tips of sea __That glisten in the sun To kiss the soles of you and me: __All things in God are one. And here, with stars and ocean deep, __We each awake to sleep. Morning Uneasy is the sleep of eyes awake __and gray When in the dream of life asleep __to day You hear but do not answer me. __I say, “Good morning.” then you smile until you drift __away. Figment Fresh, Carolina __home sweet where she would be; Dream, Carolina __blue deep the sky above; Feel, Carolina __sand white along the sea; See, Carolina __tall strong the pine she loves; Sigh, Carolina __soul full that she might breathe Still: Carolina, __earth sound to rest in thee. Reply “I don’t know what to do.” you said to me The day before the day before you died, And I replied, “I don’t know what to do.” Your eyes looked on in fright …We both cried. And I am crying yet with pen in hand, Unknowing what is best to say to you Who now is bravely gone away to where I dare not go. My sweet: What should I do? Tonight I seal away your little book Of verse composed in love, in lust, in fun, Upon occasion, in response, in jest To make you smile and laugh. Now, it is done. It is over, perhaps. Yet, who can say? In heaven, might we kiss again, and play? Bee-Bee Verses is available through Amazon; 96 pages, 65 verses, 22 of which are a sonnet sequence. Published for her, last year; updated, last month. Michael Curtis has 40 years of experience in architecture, sculpture, and painting. He has taught and lectured at universities, colleges, and museums including The Institute of Classical Architecture, The National Gallery of Art, et cetera. His pictures and statues are housed in over 400 private and public collections including The Library of Congress, The Supreme Court, et alibi; his verse has been published in over 20 journals. Mr. Curtis consults on scholarly, cultural, and artistic projects, currently: Curator, Plinth & Portal; Co-Director, The Anacostia Project; Vice-President, Liberty Fund, D.C.; Lead Designer on the 58 square mile city of AEGEA. NOTE TO READERS: If you enjoyed this poem or other content, please consider making a donation to the Society of Classical Poets. 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Stone September 27, 2019 Michael, I enjoyed all four poems. “Reply” is well constructed and very moving. After reading “Sandprints,” I said “Wow, this is really good!” Thank you for sharing! Reply James Sale September 28, 2019 Beautiful poetry, Michael, very beautiful. Your use of refrain is exquisite and deft. And there are lines which are so simple but so profound too: I love the ‘The day before the day before you died’, that specificity really captures the heart of it. Well done. It is a sad reflection that so much really good and great poetry needs must come from the personal tragedies of life. If we were happy all the time, how would we feel in this way? Write in this way? Reply Joseph S. Salemi September 29, 2019 “Sandprints” reminds me, in both subject and tone, of Ernest Dowson’s “Vitae Summa Brevis…” Reply Edward "Ted" Hayes September 29, 2019 Mr. A touching poem, for me the moreso as I faced death myself after an emergency operation in June. Your verses project the agony of the final loss. One criticism: in line three of the second verse you use the verb “is;” I would prefer “are.” The lines would then read: “You . . .who now are gone.” No one would say “You who is gone.” All we can do when the last day is over is, face it. Reply Karmel Sowers October 1, 2019 Beautiful. And yes, you will be reunited in Heaven. I firmly believe this. Reply C.B. Anderson October 2, 2019 I hope you won’t be too disappointed if this doesn’t happen. I am no friend of spiritual materialism. Reply Leave a Reply to Leo Zoutewelle Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. Δ This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.