tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409519305033642895.post8483674813580434914..comments2023-06-24T14:21:13.094+02:00Comments on AppleHouse Poetry Workshop: April Poem Prompt 1 - JoyLynne Reeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11852192697142140025noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409519305033642895.post-54160542914878856752008-04-24T16:03:00.000+02:002008-04-24T16:03:00.000+02:00JoyWaking warm togetherSeeing blossom against a br...Joy<BR/><BR/>Waking warm together<BR/>Seeing blossom against a bright blue sky<BR/>Glimpsing bluebells through the trees <BR/>Listening to the collared doves<BR/>Remembering children’s voices<BR/>Breathing in the freshness of springtime<BR/>Feeling the promises of summer<BR/>Drinking wine as the sun goes downAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409519305033642895.post-63497023367906926802008-04-20T11:32:00.000+02:002008-04-20T11:32:00.000+02:00MagnoliaOnce again this Aprilin time for your birt...Magnolia<BR/><BR/>Once again this April<BR/>in time for your birthday<BR/>it blooms in profusion.<BR/>Huge now, branches I will never prune<BR/>stretch up and out. <BR/>This sight the nearest I’ll get<BR/>to euphoria now.<BR/>I sense you here beside me<BR/>marvelling too.<BR/><BR/>A week later,<BR/>our wedding anniversary,<BR/>the frost has left its cruel mark,<BR/>brown shrivelled petals<BR/>replace white pink-tipped blooms.<BR/><BR/>Each year we looked together<BR/>for the lone purple orchid;<BR/>For a second year I search alone and feel<BR/>uplifted when I see its spotted leaves, <BR/>the single stem<BR/>piercing the tangle of ground ivy.<BR/><BR/>Mary Rose.Mary Rosehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09516431619370664047noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409519305033642895.post-61017235078880004822008-04-13T16:50:00.000+02:002008-04-13T16:50:00.000+02:00Lynne sounds like you've found the perfect place.....Lynne sounds like you've found the perfect place...enjoy!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409519305033642895.post-2608143740651970232008-04-12T00:51:00.000+02:002008-04-12T00:51:00.000+02:00Thanks for that link, Abi. Good to know that we ca...Thanks for that link, Abi. Good to know that we can still listen to Archie Markham's voice and words.Lynne Reeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11852192697142140025noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409519305033642895.post-20646578015721996332008-04-11T17:01:00.000+02:002008-04-11T17:01:00.000+02:00Perhaps I might suggest reading/listening on Poetr...Perhaps I might suggest reading/listening on Poetry Archive to E A Markham's "To My Mother, the Art Critic" - Markham died yesterday.Abegailhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14995283493434882365noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409519305033642895.post-26847804360932812092008-04-10T00:19:00.000+02:002008-04-10T00:19:00.000+02:00'Bienvenu' to the Villa des Maronniers Lynne! It s...'Bienvenu' to the Villa des Maronniers Lynne! It sounds magical - your description reminded me of 'Jean de Florette'... what a wonderful place to be writing poetry.<BR/>Thank you for the latest 'prompt'.<BR/>A bientot!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409519305033642895.post-41189039350403006032008-04-09T18:06:00.000+02:002008-04-09T18:06:00.000+02:00Glad you enjoyed (most of) the poem, Mark. I parti...Glad you enjoyed (most of) the poem, Mark. I particularly love the way the images in the last stanza make me think of life and death, destruction and creation, beginnings and endings. To contain those opposites in such a small space is so admirable.<BR/><BR/>Thanks for this lovely haiku, Monica. A perfect response to the end of Pastan's poem.Lynne Reeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11852192697142140025noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409519305033642895.post-65554633202272720282008-04-09T17:58:00.000+02:002008-04-09T17:58:00.000+02:00forêt d'automneil n'y a pas assez de couleursdans ...forêt d'automne<BR/>il n'y a pas assez de couleurs<BR/>dans ma boîte à crayons<BR/><BR/>autumn forest<BR/>there are not enough coulours<BR/>in my crayon box<BR/><BR/>Monika Thoma-PetitAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409519305033642895.post-79443949518002692112008-04-07T16:06:00.000+02:002008-04-07T16:06:00.000+02:00Nice poem: although the "And the child didn’t thin...Nice poem: although the "And the child didn’t think / of the death of her mother // which is due before her own" is awful!<BR/><BR/>I like how the poem embraces the fact that it will be read metaphorically and pushes that reading away, but surely knows that at the same time that reading is underscored by the gesture of disavowal. <BR/><BR/>The child may only think "of the words on her clumsy tongue" but we can't help but also think, as well as "of orange and gold", of "the death / of the trees" and all that always means in a poem, despite the protestations. <BR/><BR/>Words always get away from us.<BR/><BR/>Thanks for it!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com