This Poem was Submitted By: Mark Steven Scheffer On Date: 2014-04-12 08:25:39 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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In Her and Evening

                                                            there is no conflict                                                              between the will and the heart,                                                             held in derision                                                             as the clouds grow apart                                                             an interminable blue                                                             leads your conscience away,                                                             these beach sands below                                                             just the slag of the day                                                             she moon, with soft irish eyes                                                             both hell and heaven                                                             in a singular frame,                                                             the pharisee’s leaven                                                             the daughter of rain                                                             her stars resolve                                                              what the day could not slake,                                                             with a galaxy gallop                                                             on a horse that won’t wait.

Copyright © April 2014 Mark Steven Scheffer


This Poem was Critiqued By: Terry L Krieg On Date: 2014-05-02 20:19:06
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 1.00000
Your poem is a ver enjoyable read for me! That is how I want my day to end with a galaxy gallop! Thank you for submitting it.


This Poem was Critiqued By: Tony P Spicuglia On Date: 2014-04-27 09:49:36
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
Good Morning, after reading this umpteen times, I still don’t know what to make of it. I could extract the meanings, and attempt the ride- but I think that is not why it is here. Tongue in cheek, a basic poetic algorithm, Alistair on steroids? It is my feeling that unlike everything else you post; you purposefully meant this to be un-MSS. Lessons are sometimes hidden in inadequate rhyme and suggestive shadows behind shallow copse. Of me, my adoration for you work is boundless; nevertheless.
This Poem was Critiqued By: Joe Gustin On Date: 2014-04-18 10:57:38
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
Beautiful imagery. The world of her is an interesting place to be regardless of the hell sometimes in her eyes. The last stanza for me is the one that stands out of the four stanzas of poetic jewellery
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