Mexico night

Club Cascadas at sunset.  Photo by Richard Puetter, 2004. Mexico night      ...Quiet places in the night, stirring thoughts, bringing peace and sleep Hear the hushful night, stirring thoughts and insight.   Distant    Cricket       calling,   …Singing through the night.     Feel the opiate night, all life’s pain, setting right.   Gentle    Breezes       blowing,   …making cares seem light.     Breathe the musky night, fragrant wind, such delight.   Scented    Flower       falling   …perfumed dreams in flight.

 

 

 

©2008, Richard Puetter

Author's Note

Well, I got some wonderful, helpful reviews again. Thank you, my friends, for your generous help!

Reviews

[The Thracian]

I really enjoyed this piece because even through the seemingly haphazard choice of words, you have created a beautiful paradigm here. For example, your alliterations cricket calling, breezes blowing, and flower falling; or your little rhyme scheme. However, like an old friend of mine used to say, just because it is poetry does not mean the sentences within it have to make nix sense. ==> Feel the opiate night, of life's pain, making right. Making what right good sire? And you should drop that first comma, it's just choking the piece and doesn't bring much else to your minimalism.

Otherwise you've my admiration. For an 'old' physicists, you've time to appreciate such dulcorations of life, more so the eyes and spirit to do it.

Thracian

[Donna DeLong Matthews a..]

Rick what a delightful read with a beautiful romantic ending.
enjoyed. Thank you
Hugs
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Rick, I loved the repetition of senses...Hear, Feel, Breathe, that anchored this poem. What a lovely read! I liked how each stanza had that powerful internal rhyme that is my personal favorite to write and to read! The rhythm is breezy and like a small song. What a treasure.