"Trees are poems the earth writes upon the sky,
We fell them down and turn them into paper,
That we may record our emptiness."
Khalil Gibran

Saturday, October 27, 2012

Search for Beauty

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I search for Beauty everywhere:
Beyond the pane, a sunbird -
I have heard
A shrill song, sweet and strong
Like a dream recurred
I wait for Beauty's glimmer:
Flashing green shimmer.

Life teaches us to face despair:
A dusk without hope of light
Dismal sight -
'Til the star shines afar
And kestrels take flight
High above our village spires
Sweeping in wide gyres.

When my day seems dull and endless,
My spirit wearily old:
Heart of gold,
Halo bright, creamy white -
Narcissus blooms bold
Lifting a poised, fragile face
Of eternal Grace.


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This poem was previously published on Skylover, written October 2009.
It is in the style of Paul Laurence Dunbar's Melancholia.

Painting sourced here:

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19 comments:

  1. flashing green shimmer with song, kestrels, and Narcissus--beyond the pane and the pain--beauty again, still. I like the seven lines with a pause built into the third, love the play of rhyme 3 ends, then 2 in each stanza. There is Beauty here.

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  2. Thanks, Susan. This is a little peek ahead to Sunday's form challenge.

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    1. ooooo
      and I heard it in the poem
      good

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  3. ahhh, pretty. you know i'm looking forward to tackling this :)

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    1. It's quite a challenge to get one's ideas to fit this form, but there is something satisfying about making it work.

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  4. Beautiful form Kerry ~ I like the searching for beauty of the first stanza, then the focus on the fragile face in the last stanza ~

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  5. When my day seems dull and endless,
    My spirit wearily old:
    Heart of gold,
    Halo bright, creamy white -
    Narcissus blooms bold

    Wonderful write in the stated form challenge! Beautiful verse Kerry! One gets the feeling when down there is always salvation in the form of an inspiring object! Nicely!

    Hank

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    1. Thank you, Hank. How wonderful to learn that you took something from these words with you.

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  6. A poem filled with beauty and aptly titled. A spirit cannot fail to soar when seeing kestrels, and the narcissus blooms with a "fragile face of eternal grace". Beautiful, Kerry.

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    1. Sometimes the very tenacity of nature is all that inspires hope.

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  7. Wow, Kerry this is beautiful~ So full of hope!

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  8. The form is especially beautiful in your capable hands. k.

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  9. Image and words in perfect balance,in pite of this demanding format.

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    1. It is a little tricky to work the rhymes into the shorter lines, I find.

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  10. Those who can't do, come and see how Kerry did it! It's so true how simple, beautiful things can cheer one. They are priceless.

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    1. Thanks, Shay. This is a rare compliment for one of your hated forms. ;-)

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