I enjoyed the one about the trout being beyond the babbling and the hook.
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I enjoyed the one about the trout being beyond the babbling and the hook.
They all are excellent choices. A nice endeavor.
April 5
No More Whining for Bread
All of us, of course,
need money,
but I love
wildflowers more,
and the blissful sparrow
unaware that
someone’s got
its back.
Death will come
(it always does),
but for now it’s shelved
way back in my mind,
where from time to time
it’s good to recall
that the way
to be remembered
is to do
peculiar things.
April 6
A Murder of Crows
The rooks (or black birds) circled round and round
three empty roods on the deserted hill
in sight of scattered thorns upon the ground
so lost and disregarded in the kill.
With empty roods on the deserted hill
was there no sense of sorrow for the crown
so lost? And disregarded in the kill,
a clash between divine and human will,
was there no sense of sorrow for the crown,
a part of ancient prophecy fulfilled?
Could a clash of divine and human will
be picked up by a sharply pecking bill?
Not part of ancient prophecy's fulfilled
insight, the scattered thorns upon the ground
could be picked up with sharp, pecking bills
of rooks and black birds circling round and round.
April 7
Nuance
There is very little
difference between
the word “good”
and the word “god.”
Oh.
The poems are gret Auntie.
I was thinking about it, but I take too long to write them.
Auntie I don't think you're allowed to post before the date has actually arrived you know...:nono:
(wonderful poems btw)
I'm sure you'll be remembered then Auntie :D I confess I was somewhat baffled by your use of roods in A Murder of Crows. A rood can be an archaic and obsolete measurement of area, (or length) and a screen or crucifix in a church. I think there may be some etymological link between rood and rod, another measurment of length which habitually hangs around with poles and perches, so perhaps this is why the crows like it so much ;)
very clever offerings all though :)
Live and be well - H
I am happy to be back in time to see these gems for April. Such a challenge conjures up one's spontaneity and yours is quite delightful.
My favorites so far are The Trout and No More Whinnig For Bread. I will read every one going forward.
Ah!
I get to add yet another reason why April is my favourite month of the year. :)
These are beautiful, Auntie. Really wonderful idea! I, too, enjoyed the fish and the babbling above the brook. :) Perhaps because I am drawn to shiny things, being easily distracted. The word 'silvan' is very pleasant for me to read on any occasion.
These are really pretty good Aunty - you should consider posting more often (like throughout May, f'rexample) :)
The lines you reiterated would have been powerful enough the first time around but reiterated they changed in depth and tone and added adimension of sadness to this wonderful poem.Quote:
Originally Posted by AuntShecky
Thanks for all of your kind comments, and Happy Passover and Easter, everyone!
Special note to Hawk: I looked up "rood" in the two dictionaries I use; the word was not listed as "archaic" in either. (Like yours truly, the two lexicons are "old," but not THAT old!) The word itself comes from Middle English and has several contemporary meanings: the first is "The" Cross or crucifix on which Christ died, and the second listing is any cross or crucifix. The use of "rood" as a chiefly British measurement is also one of the meanings. I used the word to play off "rook," which in addition to a noun for a crowlike Old World bird, also is a chess piece, sometimes referred to as a "castle," which plays off the use of "crown" in a later line.
And Prince: Thanks for noting the repetition, but the repetition is prescribed by the chosen form, a pantoum, which seemed to me to be appropriate since it begins and ends the same way, like a circle.
Next up, the April 8th posting, just under the wire!:
Full Moon in April
The other night I thought it no avail,
celestial sights hide, eluding me.
A meteor spray or a rare comet’s tail
will bolt like a skittish child from a bee.
Although a shower loomed, I still could see–
despite lenticular clouds- clear as glass,
the moon called “Egg” or “Pink” or “Sparrow Grass.”
I'm a bit confused by this one Auntie. What "it" failed to avail? If the April moon had stayed hidden I think I'd have got the point, but in L5 you say you can still see it, and it gets a pretty description in the last line. You also seem to be hopping arround in time a bit. Opening line in the past, with, "The other night" but L2 hops into the present, "Hide" being present participle; L4 forecasts the future with "Will". In L5 we are transported back into the past with "Loomed". It all doth make the Hawk's head spin a bit ;)
I do like that closing couplet though.
Live and be well - H
Thanks, Hawk. About this septet with "rhyme royal," written in haste. Because of the meter's restrictions, I invoked my poetic license (if in fact I deserve one) and took liberties with the tenses in order to conserve the quantity of syllables. Obviously, I didn't think this would cause a cognitiveQuote:
Originally Posted by Hawkman
disconnect, with the following excuse(s):
"It"--the full moon-- being able to see it, since usually celestial phenoms (Leonid showers, eclipses, auroras, etc.) elude us in this part of the world, where it's likely that overcast skies will occlude everything. Used "will hide" (as a continuous tense?) to connote "usually." "Loomed" for "was looming" (the other night) when I "still" (meaning "nevertheless") could see the April moon. And incidentally, I did see it!
Here's today's piece, posted with misgivings, since I probably didn't get it right:
April 9
Double Dactyl
Quackery Hackery
Freud (Sigmund), analyst,
poking and downsizing,
cuts no goo. Some think:
“Probity!” Probably
microencephaly
prompts one’s impertinence:
“Nuts to you, dumb shrink!’