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∙◦Ͽ◦∙ autumn memories ∙◦Ͼ◦∙

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autumn memories

timid waves inching forward

as we fell in love

shy beginnings of  our lust

tender kisses on the beach

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water on warm sand

cool air around fervant need

our desire building

summer’s exit unnoticed

love’s flames all that we could see

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walking hand-in-hand

in the sunset of  our lives

autumn memories

wishing we could turn back time

start the journey once again

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this is my attempt at  Man’yoshu Japanese Poetry  ~  Somon:  mutual exchanges of love or longing poetry;  tanka:  (5-7-5-7-7)   i wrote this as a love song between a man and a woman  { though it would apply to any couple,  no matter their gender }  the lines in italics are  her speaking and the plain text lines are  him speaking.  though this is given voice by two people,  i still tried to maintain the  “pivot line”  ( the third line of  each verse )  which can be read as the last line of  a verse comprised of  the  first three lines of  the tanka,  or as the  first line of  a verse made up of  only the last three lines of  each tanka.   so just to complicate this even more,  you can read it as entirely one poem;  you can read  her  lines  and  his  lines  or  you can read it  as the  first three lines of  each stanza/tanka  and then the last three lines of  each one.

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“Something”   George Harrison

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originally posted  11 November 2011

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inspired by  ~

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Form For All    at    dVerse ~ Poets Pub
prompt:   Man’yoshu Japanese Poetry  ~  Somon:  mutual exchanges of love or longing poetry;  tanka:  (5-7-5-7-7)
{thank you, Gay Reiser Cannon and Jane Kohut-Bartels aka Lady Nyo.}

The Thursday Think Tank #73     at     Poets United
prompt:   “The Waning Days of Fall”
image above by Ella Wilson  { i saw it as waves lapping along a beach }

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∙ ȶ ș ∙ ∙•Ș•∙ beautiful solitude ∙ •Ș•∙ ∙ ș ȶ ∙

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beautiful  solitude,  come

wrap yourself  around me

softly,  caress my skin,  offer

some protection  from life’s pains

come,  my friend…      fill me with

a peace nothing else provides

i  welcome you this night

close my eyes to sleep

just  for a little while…

until the morrow when

i am  forced back out

into the world again

leaving you behind

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“(In My) Solitude”   Billie Holiday
“(In My) Solitude” is a 1934 jazz standard, composed by Duke Ellington, with lyrics by Eddie DeLange and Irving Mills.

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artwork ~   “Evening reverie (nocturnal slumber)”   Alphonse Mucha
{  public domain }

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originally posted  21 September 2012 and inspired by the following prompts ~

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Meeting the Bar:  Beautiful Solitude   at   dVerse ~ Poets Pub
prompt:    Beautiful solitude


thank you,  Claudia!

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Prompt #173   at   Carry on Tuesday
prompt:   the first line of a poem by Charlotte Bronte’s little sister,  Emily Jane ~
“A little while,   a little while”


thank you,  Keith!
a site which,  sadly,  is no longer active.

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·•·ϔ·•· person·if·i·cat·ion of the sea ·•·ϔ·•·

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Searching my heart for its true sorrow,
This is the thing I find to be:
That  I am weary of  words and people,
Sick of the city,  wanting the sea.

Imagine,  if  you will,  that I  am speaking to you in a language you understand.  Hear me in the waves lapping upon the shore.  Hold a seashell to your ear ~ close your eyes and listen for I will be there.  I am all water on this Earth.  You call me many names ~ oceans,  seas,  rivers and lakes;  ponds and streams and brooks.  The name matters not,  all water ~ even rain…   even ice ~ is me.  I  run through your body and the bodies of  all creatures and growing things.  I am everywhere there is life.

Wanting the sticky,  salty sweetness
Of   the strong wind and shattered spray;
Wanting the loud sound and the soft sound
Of  the big surf  that breaks all day.

You ask how can this be?  That I am everywhere…   the depth and breadth of  my mighty oceans is greater than you can imagine.  The wind assists me in my travels.  The moon carries me back and forth upon the shores.  The force you call gravity draws the rain from the clouds back to my breast.  The rivers run to me ~ their divine being.   I am a force above all others.  I can be gentle and life-giving or I can be cruel and terrifying.  I am.

Always  I climbed the wave at morning,
Shook the sand  from my shoes at night,
That now am caught beneath great buildings,
Stricken with noise,  confused with light.

As I run through you,  so I call to you.  Atop the highest mountain,  amid the driest desert,  in the heat or in the cold,  in the dark of  night or light of  day ~ always I call to you.  Your need for me is deep within the race-memories of  your cells.  I was here for millions of  years before life was formed in the dark of  my belly.  Tiny amoebas,  bacteria,  algae,  plants,  fish,  reptiles.  Eventually some bored of  me and crawled out upon the land and breathed the air and forgot where they were birthed.  But,  always,  I remain a part of  you.

If  I could see the weedy mussels
Crusting the wrecked and rotting hulls,
Hear once again the hungry crying
Overhead,  of  the wheeling gulls.

You cannot live without me.  Nothing can live without me.  I do not say this pridefully,  it is simply fact.  Whether you are a creature of  the land,  the sea or the air;  you must have water to survive.  And I must have you to feel complete.  Though there are innumerable differences between us,  there are also molecules that we share.  You may think I do not live but how can you say I am not alive when every living being is made in part by the mystical,  magical molecules that form me?  Life came from within me no matter what your form.  Call it what you will ~ science,  creation,  magic  or miracle.

I should be happy, — that was happy
All day long on the coast of  Maine!
I have a need to hold and handle
Shells and anchors and ships again!

I shall tell you what I think then you decide…  I remain a part of  you.  I call to your very soul from every tide…  every wave…  every drop of  rain.  Because we all have the divine spark within us that connects us throughout time and space.  I gave birth to you and gifted you with a part of  me.  We cannot escape one another.  I do not wish to part from you and I don’t believe you wish to part from me.  We are.  And we are blessed.

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“Oceans”   Pearl Jam

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the form  { i hope } is a type of  prose-poetry,  interspersing the poetry of  Edna St. Vincent Millay  through my prose,  or story-telling.  many thanks to Anna Montgomery for her  prompt at dVerse ~ Poets Pub.  i also wish to thank  Julie  at  We Write Poems  for her prompt  to write a  persona poem,  from the point of  view of  someone or something other than myself.

i used some,  but not all,  of  Edna St. Vincents’  poem  “Exiled”  which you can read in its entirety HERE.  there is also a bio  HERE.

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image ~  “Rime of  the sea”   TempestasRex on deviantART
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originally posted  5 October 2012

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prompted by  ~

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Meeting the Bar: Postmodern (Prose)    at    dVerse ~ Poets Pub
prompt:    write a prose-poem or incorporate passages of  prose into your poem


thank you,  Anna!

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Prompt #126 Your Masquerade Party   at    We Write Poems

prompt:   write a persona poem,  also called mask poems.  { they are written from a perspective other than one’s own.  Whether it’s a friend,  enemy,  relative,  pet,  inanimate object,  historical figure or someone completely fictionalized,  think and write as if  you were the other character,  bringing them to life and capturing their world.  Wearing their  “costume”  gives you permission to step out of  your comfort zone and change your style,  tone and perspective. }

thank you,  Julie!

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· ১ · as quiet as a summer cloud · ৎ ·

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i  stand quite still
uncertain
a silent fog
in need of  a mountain
to wrap  ’round
lost in circumspection

 

i  wander reluctantly
unable to decide…
which direction should  i go?

a summer cloud
quietly drifting
across the ocean

 

i  rush forward blindly,
bravely,  into the future
a thunderstorm
loudly proclaiming  “i am here”
casting lightning bolts
by which to see

at last in motion

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this recording is from 2000 ~ i feel Mitchell’s voice is much richer~

“Both Sides Now”    Joni Mitchell

artwork ~   “Antibes, The Pink Cloud”   Paul Signac
{  public domain }

i  wish to thank my friend and  fellow poet,  Ainsley Allmark,  for his assistance with this poem.  his suggestions made all the difference in the  final version.  you can  find his poetry and photography at  Dolphin Muse  and  Dolphin Visions  or any of  the other Dolphin links in the blogroll at the bottom of  the page.

i am participating in ~

Prompt No. 5:  Fog;   Form:  Elegy;   Device: Metaphor
and Part of  Prompt No. 10:   Future
for   Writing 201:   Poetry!
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i  used  fog as a metaphor in the  first verse,  hopefully used metaphors in all three verses,  and mentioned the  future in the  final verse.  i did not attempt the elegy as i have  found that if  i am not inspired by a  “form”  the harder  i try to achieve it,  the worse my poem becomes.  i am still behind with prompts and devices,  as well.  if  i am able to manage any of  the  forms,  i will do so,  but that is not my strength.  though  Writing 201:   Poetry!   has officially ended,  i  am going to  finish what i can.

this is my submission to  ~

Open Link Night — Celebrating Poetry!!!    at    dVerse ~ Poets Pub
submit a new or old poem


thank you,  Brian & Claudia for all you’ve done!

Poetry Pantry #241    at    Poets United
submit a new or old poem

thank you,  Mary

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∙∙ઇ •• ∙ calling all angels ∙ •• ઉ∙∙

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i am
i am all that i need

there may have been
( and this is rumour only )
there may have been
one time
one time i was in need

and in that time
that time of  need
( the one that’s rumour only )
perhaps
just perhaps,  mind you
a guardian angel
looked out for me

impossible to prove,  i say
i say,  impossible to prove

and as i was all alone
at the time
( the time that’s rumour only )
it cannot be proved

though the fact
that i am here
alive
today
may be all the proof
that’s needed

proof
that there is,  indeed,
an angel watching over me

i shall not tell you more
no,  i shall not tell

for
i am
i am all

all that i need
i am

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“Calling All Angels”    Train


“Calling All Angels 2”   k.d. lang and Jane Siberry

originally posted  2 February 2014

artwork ~   “The Angel”    Erte
{  fair use }

the following prompts were used to inspire this poem ~

Birthdays in February    at    imaginary garden with real toads
prompt:   write a new poem for this mini-challenge about individualism


thank you,  Kerry!

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Fireblossom Friday:  Calling All Angels    at    imaginary garden with real toads
prompt:   write a new poem about an angel in your life and title it “calling all angels”


thank you,  Fireblossom!

Poetics — Repeat Performance First Time Through    at    dVerse ~ Poets Pub
prompt:   write a poem using repetition
{ please note ~ i even repeated the music video *smile* }

thank you,  Karin!

and

Poetics — Say It Again, Sam    at    dVerse ~ Poets Pub
prompt:   write a poem using repetition  { didn’t someone just say that? }

thank you,  Hedgewitch!

“Calling All Angels”    Train

lyrics ~

I need a sign to let me know you’re here
All of these lines are being crossed over the atmosphere
I need to know that things are gonna look up
Cause I feel us drowning in a sea spilled from a cup
When there is no place safe and no safe place to put my head
When you can feel the world shake from the words that I said

And I’m calling all angels
And I’m calling all you angels

And I won’t give up if you don’t give up
I won’t give up if you don’t give up
I won’t give up if you don’t give up
I won’t give up if you don’t give up

I need a sign to let me know you’re here
Cause my tv set just keeps it all from being clear
I want a reason for the way things have to be
I need a hand to help build up some kind of hope inside of me

And I’m calling all angels
And I’m calling all you angels

When children have to play inside so they don’t disappear
While private eyes solve marriage lies cause we dont talk for years
And football teams are kissing queens and losing sight of having dreams
In a world where all we want is only what we want untill it’s ours

And I’m calling all angels
And I’m calling all you angels
And I’m calling all angels
(I won’t give up if you don’t give up)
And I’m calling all you angels
(I won’t give up if you don’t give up)
Calling all you angels
(I won’t give up if you don’t give up)
Calling all you angels
(I won’t give up if you don’t give up)
Calling all you angels

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