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The Dreaming Spires

The Dreaming Spires ...inspired by 'The Average' by W.H. Auden From scant beginnings, and of lowly birth, bound to tractor pull and harvester, squinting in the sun and pouring rain, imagination dead, his soul would fester. Smothered by his parents' love, he saw no future plan, his for the taking, how could he repay their strong affection, find his own true path? his heart was breaking. With no compass or connections off he went, his wit untested for the trials ahead, apprehensive as to how his time be spent. Surrounded by a higher breed he felt displaced. too much for this young country lad to bear, anywhere but there, he didn't care.

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Nathaniel Köhp

Date: 2/22/2009 9:51:00 PM

Aww. This is so sad! Though it's also really beautiful and hopeful. This will have me thinking now...and isn't that the point of all art? A rare melancholic joy, well done! Nathaniel

Michelle Mac Donald

Date: 2/22/2009 5:37:00 AM

G'morning Keith!:) You truly are masterful at painting scenes. This young lad most certainly felt shackled by his home and family. I too believe that the last two lines are his best option. Not always easy to let go, but can be disasterous not follow one's heart. Great flow and imagery, and definitely a mood setter. Must be best to let the fledglings fly from the nest. Hope all's well with you! Blessings to you and yours...Love, Mikki

Carolyn Devonshire

Date: 2/19/2009 9:29:00 PM

Hi Keith, often our greatest leaders come from "humble beginnings." Leaders like Lincoln, whose biography has always amazed me. Truly there is no "common strand" in you; Keith stands out as the leader of "the band." Kudos, my friend. Love, Carolyn

Belinda Parish

Date: 2/19/2009 6:35:00 PM

I think of my brothers when I read this write. My dad was a farmer and the boys always helped him in the field...soon as they turned 18...poof they were gone... I agree with Karen, I like the option of the bottom two lines. Good write, Keith

Date: 2/19/2009 12:40:00 PM

I vote for the second two line option--more powerful way to end in my view. The emotion comes through your words in this poem. I like the creative title. Keep on writing! Karen

Robin L. Gass

Date: 2/18/2009 5:05:00 PM

I am still in awe of your poetic prowess, Keith. You are a classic poet. Another beautiful piece! (And I'm getting better at reading them, too! lol) Love and hugs, Robin