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 i  give  you  this
my  imperfect  offering
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all  that  i  have  to  give
~  my  self  ~

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“Anthem”   Leonard Cohen

artwork ~    “Blue on Tin”    Olga Rozanova
{  public domain }

originally posted  1 December 2013

“Anthem”   Leonard Cohen

lyrics ~

The birds they sang
at the break of day
Start again
I heard them say
Don’t dwell on what
has passed away
or what is yet to be.
Yeah the wars
they will be fought again
The holy dove
She will be caught again
bought and sold
and bought again
the dove is never free.

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in.

We asked for signs
the signs were sent:
the birth betrayed
the marriage spent
Yeah the widowhood
of every government —
signs for all to see.

I can’t run no more
with that lawless crowd
While the killers in high places
say their prayers out loud
But they’ve summoned, they’ve summoned up
a thundercloud
They’re gonna hear from me.

Ring the bells that still can ring …

You can add up the parts
you won’t have the sum
You can strike up the march
there is no drum
Every heart, every heart
to love will come
but like a refugee.

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in.

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in.
That’s how the light gets in.
That’s how the light gets in.

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daffodils

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And though she cares not for yellow,  yet she loves the daffodil.  Heralding the rebirth of  hope and happiness in her mind,  what lovelier flower could there be?  Birdsong and starlit nights,  warm breezes to wrap  ’round her shoulders,  the abundance of  daffodils  ~  all these sweet harbingers of  spring.  This glorious season when the fingers of  the sun reach down to coax new life to venture forth and soft sighs from the moon encourage romance to bloom.  A time of  year when every face you see wears a smile…  every child has a sparkle in their eyes.  Winter’s chill is banished from the air and from her heart to be replaced by sunlight and moonbeams,  laughter and love.

Spring,  her favorite season,  first seen in daffodils.

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“Daffodils Song”  Sung a cappalla by dr Eaming
{ of  the poem by William Wordsworth }

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artwork ~   “Daffodils”   Berthe Morisot
{  public domain }

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i  am participating in  ~

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Prompt No. 7:  Fingers;   Form:  Prose Poetry;   Device: Assonance
for   Writing 201:   Poetry!
Blogging University   Presented by
The Daily Post
on WordPress.com

i  hope that i was able to achieve the form of  prose poetry ~ i’m never quite certain if  that is what i’ve written.  i only faintly acknowledged the prompt of  “fingers”  in one sentence and did not attempt the device of  assonance.  i had completed the poem before i  read William Wordsworth’s poem,  below.

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Poem   “The Daffodils”

by William Wordsworth

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the Milky Way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A Poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

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/.. • ADDicted // ..• . .

•  // •

//

your heart races

races

racessssssss

trying to catch up to

youR BODY TREMBLES you can’t hold //

still your mind’s out of

{YOU CAN’T} control where it goes you can’t //

·

breathe you want to deny

·

what you need BUT IT’S

//NO USE  you might as well

face it you’re

add

add

addictedddddddd

you can’t live

WITHOUT IT  // you

go mad all

·

alone facing

·

//this   and there
isn’t
any
any

any thing you can do

anything // but

GIVE IN

give up

a KISS…  is{n’t} all you

need // to have

MORE

now

 //for
ever

MORE //

you’re add

add
add

icted // YOU GOTTA

FACE

//IT  has you by the

{ heart }  throat  [ BALLS ]  and you might

as well // face

·

it  ’cause there’s

·

not a thing

• •  A  thing

•  •  • NOTHING•

you can do

but fuck

//ing  WHAT YOU WANT

can you do what you


want to do  /  WANT TO do  /  WANT to do

you know what you WANT to do //

give
give
give

IN  • • •

give it up…  ..

…another kiss

won’t  / be

enough

Never ENOUGH

//Never

too much

ADD
ADD
ADDicted
to this

lust // for the pain

/

of  the guilty

pleasure//

it’s ALL you


think about

think about

think about

it    // you might as

well FACE

IT… • …..

. . ..  ·•. .  .. ·/ /

you’re addicted to
LoveUST //

/

•·  ..

if  you haven’t heard this version of  “Addicted to Love” you’re in for a real treat

“Addicted to Love”   Florence and The Machine

image: Gaudenzio Marconi (1841-1885), Nudo femminile, circa 1870
{  public domain }

rewritten version above originally posted  25 September 2011

the first “addicted” was posted  15 January 2011  ~

»¤«

addicted to you

far stronger than any drug

you course through my veins

»¤«

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the longer version was inspired by
the prompt “use repetition in a poem”
from the amazing HEDGEWITCH
Poetics ~ Say It Again, Sam
at  dVerse ~ Poets Pub

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ꖢꔷ ꔷ i can build a house ꔷ ꔷꖢ

ꔷ ꖢ ꔷ

i can build a house

with the East wall looking to the future

the South made up of  the present

the West nothing but the past

the North facing infinite possibilities

and above a sky full of  stars

but it’s not a home

without you

ꔷ ꖢ ꔷ

ꕐ ꔷꖢꔷ ꖪ

ꔷ ꕐ ꔷꖢꔷ ꖪ ꔷ


“A House Is Not A Home”    Ella Fitzgerald

originally posted  21 February 2013

artwork ~   “Houses at Falaise in the Fog”   Claude Monet
{ public domain }

*in certain divinatory practices the directions represent time phases:

North = Infinite Possibility (no-time)
South = Present – Now
West = Past
East = Future

this was prompted by ~

Words Count With Mama Zen    at   imaginary garden with real toads
prompt:   build a house in 48 words or less


thank you,  Mama Zen!

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∙ȶ∙₰∙∙∙ fascination ∙∙∙₰∙ȶ∙

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we made iced coffees
and croissants with goat cheese and raspberry  jam
we ate on the balcony at the little table that let our knees touch

the birdsong our private symphony
you laughed at how i  pronounced chèvre
then said you adored me as i  blushed

even after all this time
the  fascination
still part of  the love

reaching out,  i  touched your cheek
you kissed my palm
we left the remains of  breakfast  for the birds

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i love this video ~

“Fascination”   André Rieu   { from “Love in the Afternoon }


“Fascination”   Nat King Cole

*chèvre ~ ( from the French  for goat )  is cheese made out of  the milk of  goats.

originally posted  21 June 2012

artwork   ~   “Pink Roses”   Ernst Ludwig Kirchner
{  public domain }

“Fascination”   André Rieu   { from “Love in the Afternoon }

“Fascination”  is a 1904 waltz song with music popularized in the 1957 movie  ‘Love in the Afternoon’  starring Audrey Hepburn and Gary Cooper. The song was recorded by Jane Morgan and became her signature song.  It was also recorded by Dinah Shore,  Dick Jacobs,  Nat King Cole,  Earl Grant and David Carroll.

lyrics ~

It was fascination,  I know
And it might have ended right then at the start
Just a passing glance,  just a brief romance
And I might have gone on my way empty-hearted

It was fascination,  I know
Seeing you alone with the moonlight above
Then I touched your hand and next moment I kissed you
Fascination turned to love

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