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' Ebullience '

Through feints of wind-chaffed arpents' willow,

Dawn's Bengal rays bathe song-thrush pillow;

'Midst cavalcades of spectral yolk,

Fly angel daughters o' azure cloak.

Each shedding love, to die a bit,

Thenst sheathe, thereof, a hate unfit,

For shades of youth bent 'pon the night,

In flameless fires' unseen delight.

Beyond His veil; behind the stars,

A secret land unknown is ours;

Whereth ears of rye hula and prance,

Thence chervils slice gust's simian dance.

Teased prairie rockets fire wild for those,

Atlantic scents from Albion rose;

Which drift atop peaked bachelor's buttons,

Whose cyan blush quests pollened gluttons.

Harsh thunders roar in Thorian style,

Exasperated booms beguile;

Fleet larks bestir, their blurs concur,

As heavn's hair steals golden mile.

Now father sky hides baby's eye,

As clouds soak sunlight's tears;

Lo, all is fine, June shines divine,

Just springtide changing gears.



Romeos Quill (author) from Lincolnshire, England on August 31, 2014:

Hiyah Skye!

It's really good to hear from you dear sis and have been thinking about you because I got the feeling that your health may have been in question but I hope that you are fine and dandy at the present.

You always display such unique exhuberance when you coast over to these pages and your love and passion for your Father is remarkable; like a bright flare lighting up the night sky.

Thank you so much for your encouragement, generosity and uplifting remarks this evening - I love you too sis.

Take care of yourself and rest easy.


Romeos Quill (author) from Lincolnshire, England on August 31, 2014:

Dear Phyllis;

Thank you for the second E-mail you sent much earlier but cannot reinstate said comment because it was deleted as you asked first time :(

However, I haven't forgotten its content and you are an amazing woman with a huge heart.

Enjoy a peaceful evening in mysterious Nevada


skye2day from Rocky Mountains on August 31, 2014:

RQ My dearest bro. What can I say about your remarkable works here. My inmost being is reminded of the great IAM; the heart transformer. It is in Him we are mended, powered, healed and comforted. All Glory to God. I really enjoyed and savored on each word you have written. Love you brother. May Gods grace follow you and yours in all of your comings and goings. He will I am sure of it. Phil 4:13. I am touched with the tender heart of compassion you have for others. Sending hugs across the miles. Skye

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mabelhenry from Harrisburlg, Pennsylvania on August 30, 2014:

Hi Romeo: That is great news concerning your sister. Whether plant or water, God will give the increase she needs and looks like He is already has. Hallelujah! Wonderful news. It is marvelous to hear from you. This poem lives up to its title "Ebullience" I love that word it describes such magnificence. Until next time. Have a suburb weekend.

Romeos Quill (author) from Lincolnshire, England on August 30, 2014:

Hi there mabelhenry;

Well, it's certainly good to hear from you with such a wondrous assortment of words here, and would like to say that your book, ' Crescendo of Praises ', which I bought for my sister has helped her immensely since she split up after a sixteen year relationship; whether it planted the seed or watered that which already lay dormant within her is unimportant but her faith has grown so strong now that she is receiving direct answer to prayer according to what she's told me, so thank you indeed for that.

The network was down yesterday and now that it is back up, is running very slow, otherwise I would have replied to your superb encouragement sooner.

Looking forward to dropping by soon, and have yourself a splendid weekend.

Warmest Regards;


Romeos Quill (author) from Lincolnshire, England on August 30, 2014:

Dearest Faith;

Thank you for your noteworthy support and your continued generosity of spirit expressed from such an honest heart.

I take comfort in the fact that some of the greatest love affairs ever known were had by a critic....unassisted :) ... water off a duck's back to me precious one, and if they can produce something better, would be the first to sing their praises.

Enjoy a peaceful holiday this weekend.

With Kindest Regards;


Romeos Quill (author) from Lincolnshire, England on August 30, 2014:

Dear Phyllis;

Thank you for your E-mail, however I saw nothing amiss whatsoever with your wonderful remarks which displayed immense sensitivity and reflected a true heart; however, I'll remove the comment in accordance with your wishes and have sent you a reply via E-mail to assuage any perceived misgivings.

Enjoy a lovely weekend dear poetess.



Dora Weithers from The Caribbean on August 29, 2014:

Romeos, thanks for your compliments. I'm still in the Caribbean and will be here indefinitely to care for my mother. I'm so glad that I can access HubPages from anywhere. Keep writing and I'll keep reading!

Phyllis Doyle Burns from High desert of Nevada. on August 27, 2014:

Thank you, Faith.

Faith Reaper from southern USA on August 27, 2014:

Oh, yes, Phyllis, I agree 100% with your comment. A poet's words are unique and special, just as you have stated here, Phyllis, from his heart and soul. Please do not change a word, dear Romeos, for then it would not be you. It is exquisitely written already ...

Faith Reaper from southern USA on August 27, 2014:

I flew back over here to your side of HP Town and did not need my broom this time ...

My, my, look at that comment there! Interesting indeed.

mabelhenry from Harrisburlg, Pennsylvania on August 27, 2014:

Good evening, Romeo: I have missed you immensely. Welcome back! This poem is ebullience; high spirited, exhilarating, exuberant, boiling over to overflow. Like a giant bowl pouring out excellence in every word of the verses. It's a poetic work of art. Bravo! Thanks for returning with ebullience, England's Gent. Voted up!

Romeos Quill (author) from Lincolnshire, England on August 27, 2014:

Good evening Ann;

Time to whip out those comfy jumpers from the wardrobe then by the sound of it in the south-west. Looks as though summer is on the turn also up here in the north-east.

Many thanks as always dear Ann for alighting for a spell and next time I'll try not to tie you up in knots.

Best Wishes,


Ann Carr from SW England on August 27, 2014:

This is great; love the last line! Made me smile on a chilly 'summer' eve. Still have to concentrate hard when reading your multi-faceted imagery!


Romeos Quill (author) from Lincolnshire, England on August 27, 2014:

Ah! MsDora. You're so kind and I've missed you too. You seem to look somewhat younger in every succeeding picture taken of you. Whatever it is you're doing, keep doing it! I think the last time we spoke properly you were soon to be flying away to see your family.

Certainly hope that you enjoyed your time with them and are doing well this day and you seem to have written quite a number of articles in the interim period so shall enjoy reading more of your thoughtful work.

Thank you indeed and take care.

Sincere Regards,


Romeos Quill (author) from Lincolnshire, England on August 27, 2014:

It's a pleasure Kenneth; I enjoyed reading your down-to-earth Hub recently about security guards and I'll be sure to check out your selection of personal favourites with their intriguing titles.

Best Wishes,


Romeos Quill (author) from Lincolnshire, England on August 27, 2014:

Dear Faith ;

It always feels special when you fly over for a read and thank you for always being so uplifting with your words and for exhibiting such generosity.

I look forward to reading your latest Hub very soon.

With Warmest Regards;


Romeos Quill (author) from Lincolnshire, England on August 27, 2014:

Dear Mrs Flint;

Firstly, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance on HP and

thank you so much for your encouragement, kind comments and the E-mail you sent which was full of positive critique, and shall attempt to briefly address your thoughtful suggestions here. ( I hope that it doesn't come across as snobby as I'm just a working-class lad and that the ensuing post-mortem doesn't bore you half to tears : ).


i/ unknown, is [delete comma]

A/ I couldn't remove the delinquent comma in the final draft as my editing functions decided to go up the proverbial creek after receiving windows updates just after I published, but will send offending comma to the naughty corner when I get the chance.

ii/ Had to read this line 3-4 times before beginning to understand it:

Thence chervil slice[s] gust's simian dance. COMMENT: I see the chervil dancing, not "slicing" a dance. MAYBE (changing line to something like): Chervil undulates in gusty dance. OR Chervil simulates simian dance. (Both suggested revisions have 9 syllables.)

A/ The dance is by the gusts with their unpredictable movements and not the chervil(s); with aforementioned gusts flouncing in such a manner I intended to lend control to the chervil(s) as opposed to them being buffeted by aforesaid winds, giving the impression that in the heaven described, some things have changed in relation to how they once were upon the earth and now the tiny, powerless chervil (s) are in control of the whims of that which were previously uncontrollable. I hope this sheds a little more light on the stanza for you.

iii/ Also had a little trouble with this line:

Whose cyan blush quests pollened[nectar's] gluttons. (The bees and pollinating moths are desired, yes, but the insects are gluttonous for the nectar, not pollen. Pollen-bearing gluttons would be easier to understand, but then the 9-syllable count is lost. Also, I think of the flower "inviting," rather than seeking.

I like "cyan blush." I can't think of a better way to write this, though, if a 9-syllablic count is to be kept.

A/ The ' pollened gluttons ' is a description of the outward appearance of the bees daubed by the anthers of flowering plants, clinging to their crumb-laden form and not the method by which they became that way through eating nectar.

I used the word 'quests' to insinuate that the connection between the 'bachelor's buttons' and the bee is of a more urgent nature than an invitation and to equip the flower with more vitality, pressing home the frustrating nature of the almost stationary bloom, for the bee is obviously the more mobile by its very nature. Thanks for the suggestion though.

iv/ This line:

As heavn's hair steals golden mile. COMMENT: Having trouble with "hair" and think "lair" would fit better to describe the storm.

A/ The terminology, 'heavn's hair' stealing the 'golden mile' is a description of the clouds, in transition, obscuring the sunlight, in the same way that a woman's tresses might obscure her visage. It would seem redundant to use the word 'lair' in this instance, for I had already described the audible noises of the storm in the previous lines and didn't want to repeat the metaphor, ( although the word 'lair' might be good to use in another descriptive, poetic instance to relay the sound of the thunder roaring like a wild animal from its 'lair' ) though again, thank you for your suggestion.

v/ father sky[2 wds: capitalizations?] hides

A/ I didn't capitalise 'father sky' out of respect for the Jewish and Christian God as there is only one true Father worthy of being capitalized, and the manner in which I wrote the term is a deliberate disassociation with the mythological pantheon by wilful assertion. I suppose 'Father's sky' could have been used as an alternative, but then the whole verse wouldn't have fully made sense in the context of using 'baby's eye', which embodies the dual meaning, both as the sun, and the intention of 'baby's eye' being used in a possessive fashion [( i.e. the fact that the 'baby's eye' belongs to the writer's 'baby' ( sweetheart) also].

vi/ As clouds soak]?] sunlight's tears; COMMENT: The rain in the rain clouds might make the sun seem like its crying, but the rain drops belong to the clouds, not the sun. MAYBE: Sunlight cloaked by rain-cloud tears. (7 syllables) Day's sunlight . . . (8, matches first line) If you use just: Sun OR Light, the 6-syllable line will be maintained.

A/ Thank you again for the suggestions but if they were used, I'm afraid the resulting verse would defraud true poetry, losing some of the potency and efficacy of its raison d'etre in relation to this particular piece not to mention the cadence of the verse taking a stroll into the big adios.

Why is the sun perceived as crying? Who has ever heard of such a thing? It's happenstance is as much of a riddle as how does one separate a sweetheart's tears from her problems ( the sunlight from the clouds )? It's a stark appeal to the reader to invoke their own imagination as to why events should leave aforesaid reader in disbelief at both situations.

The connection is to the 'baby's eye' of the previous line; the poet's sweetheart( sunlight) is crying by giving in to her problems ( clouds ), and the perception given for the reader is of the observer looking up to the clouds in contrast to the previous observation of heaven looking down at the clouds ( problems ). As the diffused light is mixed with the clouds, there are two very different perspectives at looking at the same problem depending upon whether one is contemplating from the earthly viewpoint or alternatively, the heavenly outlook, yet comfort is given in the next lines of the verse that it is all perfectly normal and as natural as the changing of the seasons, as summer fades into autumn rains which shall pass in due course.

As you are probably aware, poetry is the ultimate form of condensed writing and the reader can take from it whatever they wish according to the level of consciousness they feel most comfortable with. I'm glad that you have taken the time and effort to read in as much detail as you have, and sincerely hope that the interpretation of my own work suffices without detracting anything from your own personal reading experience.

Thank you for the blessings and look forward to checking out some of your own Hub articles.

Kind Regards,


Dora Weithers from The Caribbean on August 27, 2014:

I missed you Romeos. Your comeback is ebbulient and hopeful as is the message in your last two lines. Great lines as usual.

Kenneth Avery from Hamilton, Alabama on August 26, 2014:


You are quite-welcome. And during the reading of my articles, please read these abstract/prose poem offerings:

"Losing her . . ."

"And Old Dreamer's Dream"

"Farewell Forever, Our Midnight."

These are my personal favorites.

And thank you, dear friend, for the following. I will always be grateful.


Faith Reaper from southern USA on August 26, 2014:

Such jubilant excellence here! Another treat you have carefully crafted for all to enjoy reading. Up ++++ and away. Blessings always

Marie Flint from Jacksonville, FL USA on August 26, 2014:

I love some of the erudite imagery in this poem. Voted beautiful.

Romeos Quill (author) from Lincolnshire, England on August 25, 2014:

Hi there Kennethth avery;

Always a pleasure to have new (well, new to me ) folk drop by for a read and after taking a quick shufty at some of the summaries of your own articles ( which look like a right laugh! ), I think I'm going to enjoy checking out some intelligent fun from such a stand-up guy.

Thanks a million for such kind, generous, and uplifting reportage you've left here today.

All the Best,


Romeos Quill (author) from Lincolnshire, England on August 25, 2014:

Everything is jusy fine this way now dear Phyllis as I trust that all bodes well with you too and that you are enjoying fine health this turn of the season. It was a bank holiday here in England, just gone - most places closed and the elements have been inclement, which seems to be the perfect time to write again, and certainly look forward to reading some of your own beautiful articles.

Kind Regards for a splendid week ahead, and thank you.


Kenneth Avery from Hamilton, Alabama on August 25, 2014:

Romeos Quill,

Wow! What a great poem.

This is an excellent piece of writing. Honestly, I can easily describe it as amazing.

I loved every word. Graphics were superb. This hub was helpful, informative and I found it very interesting.

Voted up and all the choices because you deserve it.

I love Abstract/Prose poetry. I have a few of these in my hubs.

You have such a gift for writing. Keep writing no matter what.


Kenneth Avery, Hamilton, Alabama

Phyllis Doyle Burns from High desert of Nevada. on August 25, 2014:

I have missed you, dear poet This is a lovely poem. As always, I embrace and enjoy each word. Hope all is well with you, Romeo.

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