tell your autumn self, this fountained day
of wordy unmusical frustration is nothing
to regret. ask your winter self, who will make
work of the past? what is your spring self
but an ideal to grope for, in sympathy
with the young? you let those hours go.
(see the spiders already moving in, rose-hips,
crickets?) no need to reinvent or be clever
in your acts of love. your voice—broken,
burning, sleep-rough, shrill—will be here,
a sun-pledge.
This gives hope, as the seasons go round and round so fast. Your poem puts it all into perspective nicely!
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Thank you. I think I was looking for some hope, or at least reassurance…glad you found something here.
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It was the sun-pledge… that’s where I saw hope. Not sure if you meant it to be so. But I like it. 😊💕
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I seem to always write myself back into some kind of light.
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It works that way for me too. Writing poetry is therapeutic. 🌻🌻
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They were always great, but they just keep getting better…
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Thank you for making my weekend. 🙂 Hope you have a great one, yourself!
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are you still reading the same author? your pens have been exquisite
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Thank you, that means a lot, from you! I am still reading Hafiz…the book is set up as one short poem each day. I’m also reading Kate Atkinson (novels), who plays a lot with timelines/possibilities. I guess it’s all seeping in. 🙂
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Love it. And thanks for sharing some of your summer reading list! That’s the best part of summer
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Yes! Headed out to my garden bench w/ book right now
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I like the thoughts of time and hope–“the seasons go round and round.” 🙂
I really liked this: “this fountained day
of wordy unmusical frustration is nothing
to regret. “
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Thanks, Merril. I guess I was trying to gain a little perspective.
The seasons are going round–2 or 3 a day at the moment!
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That sounds dizzying!
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yes, with lots of wind!
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I love the idea of a springtime self. We hold all our past selves and our possibilities inside us.
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The springtime self would be the optimist, I think.
I like the idea of holding our possibilities inside us. Yes. Thank you.
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Dealing with the missing pieces and placing them on the wheel to move on…as we must. Well put. (K)
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…placing them on the wheel to move on…what a great visual!
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perhaps another prompt?
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I am very interested in your line break choices here. Very uncharacteristic of you? And then how you end on sun. Such a lovely wandering.
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More punctuation than usual, for sure 😛 Perhaps choppier, too. You do have me studying it now.
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This is one that I read as a whole, then line by line (because of the breaks), and then again as a whole. It gave me an appreciation for the depth here.
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Thank you for reading so closely!
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