Haunted by Hydrangeas & Nourishment of the Soul

[tailor STATELY]

The first poem was a non-winning entry in the Poetry Games & Contests sub-forum some time back. The second was inspired by a Litnet thread today asking if one was eccentric

Haunted by Hydrangeas

Am I the tardy guest
this Midsummer Eve
Silver with the breeze
Or melancholy:
Two dancers, divinely fair
building castles in the aire !

8/22/2011


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Nourishment of the Soul

Open to revelation
I revel, revolve,
in different circles
than most -
effected less
by perturbation
Yes, I am mildly
eccentric, somewhat
giddy at apogee...
Watch me dance !

9/27/2011

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY

[Hawkman]

Hi tailor, two delightful poems, I think I saw the first when originally posted. They are both fun but is aire intended as a pun? If so is this an American spelling of ayre, or just a typo? Regardless, I enjoyed both of these very much.

Live and be well - H

[Delta40]

I read your post in the eccentric thread and its a joy to see that you have gone to the trouble to back up your claim. Nice play on words.

[tailor STATELY]

Hawkman: Thank you for your comments. No I hadn't thought of making a pun with aire. I thought to use an archaic form of air in English as the poem alludes to many 19th century paintings throughout. It seems to fit in the Scottish Gaelic usage as mind perhaps. Hadn't thought of the river connections; nor variants of aerie either (old French and Latin). Hmmm, perhaps I should edit to air to avoid ambiguity.

I avoided using the archaic form faire intentionally in the preceding line to not confuse with the færie folke (in this instance anyway), though the Scottish Gaelic usage as "being in the act or period of watching or guarding" might fit.

Delta40: Thank you also for your comments. I enjoyed your comments on the "Eccentric" thread as well that preceded mine.

My words on being eccentric evolved as I pondered the words I had written and after some research I attempted to weave a celestial thread of thought, or being, using dance (more as a metaphor) as its expression in receiving revelation - not unlike that of whirling dervishes in their dance of devotion (the final inspiration); the title coming from the Sufi "Sama" (see http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sufi_whirling ). Add to the thread of being part of "a peculiar people" (eccentric) and being more "in the world than of the world" somewhat "insulated" (unperturbed) from worldliness one might grasp where I attempted to go with the poem.

(Sigh). The poem deserves color and song and a certain je ne sais quoi that eludes my feeble grasp. Ah well, it too may evolve.

Thanks again.

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY