in dawn’s uncomplaining hour:
as sunshine broods in the east
early dressed in mourning weeds,
unrequited hope seethes
on a newer horizon.
But such foolishness
will be relinquished
when the faint crescent moon
slips west into the underworld,
silver diminishing
beneath the blue colonnade
of endless days
waiting to be lived again.
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This poem is written with words from my Skylover Wordlist for February
and in reply to Joy Ann Jones' call for Flash 55 Fiction at Verse Escape.
This is also an open invitation to anyone who wants to join me in writing poetry from this list of words. If you would like me to read and comment on your post, please paste the link in the comments section below or you can tag me on Instagram.
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| @skyloverpoetry Kerry O'Connor |
This is a poem Janus would love, looking as it does both backwards and forward.
ReplyDeleteI will see what I can do. ;-)
Great call here on Janus.. and thank you for such a quick response to the wordlist. Always fun to see how the words create different images.
DeleteMine is here:
ReplyDeletehttps://fireblossom-wordgarden.blogspot.com/2020/02/la-famiglia.html
An intriguing title!
DeleteThis poem turns, as poetry so often does, to the natural world as a reflection of the inner one, the landscape, skyscape, all unknown mirrors where we attempt to view our face, or like a crystal ball, the future that hides in tomorrow. I remember you exploring this theme of 'unrequited hope' before--a painful place when hope fails--here the narrator seems to move past all that, to leave it behind to walk the 'blue colonnade of endless days.." which the deepest imagination can give us. So much said here in 55 words,Kerry, and not sure if I have it right, but I thank you for the chance to read it, and for your participation in the 55. I am excited by your word list and will see what I can do. Thanks again for playing.
ReplyDeleteAll things 'unrequited' are grist for the poetic mill... as surely unconditional and perpetual fulfillment is scant fodder for the pen, or so I have found.
DeleteOnce again, I found myself rewriting and then rephrasing and almost giving up on this particular thread, so it calms my nerves to know it conveys a thought at least about the meaning of life.
Thank you, Joy for being a pillar of the poetic days.
Kerry, all your work and effort here was certainly not in vain, and thank you for your kind words and support.
DeleteYou are welcome, though I regret being almost unavailable during the week with my work schedule sucking the life out of me!
DeleteSuch lovely imagery, Kerry.....I love the mourning weeds and unrequited hope.........I will be back.......
ReplyDeleteMany thanks, Sherry. I hope you are having a lovely weekend!
DeleteThanks, Kelly, I took up your list. It was a fun write, making sense starting each line with one of the ten words. Most I used correctly with very little poet's privilege.
ReplyDeletehttps://jimmiehov6.blogspot.com/2020/02/who-said-remorse-underworld-profits.html?m=1
Sorry we missed the other day. It is a beautiful land and has wonderful people we met.
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I am glad that you had a great time on your voyage. Durban is a wonderful city and a must-see port of call.
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DeleteWhat a lovely poem Kerry. You do such a wonderful job choosing words and writing the words.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Toni. I appreciate the visit.
DeleteThis is beautiful and delicious!
ReplyDeleteMany thanks, Mary.
DeleteFoolishness. Easy to relinquish it if you relegate it to mere foolishness
ReplyDeleteFor me there is a strong sense of season here. Soon I will sleep until dawn... but still for a few weeks I have to get up before sunrise...
ReplyDeleteI love the sense in those closing words
the blue colonnade
of endless days
waiting to be lived again.
Which to me reads as the hope for a Nordic summer.
That is a lovely reading. Wishing you joy in the lengthening of the days up your way!
DeleteAnd here is mine
ReplyDeletehttps://brudberg.me/2020/02/02/jack-of-spades/
The crafting of these words is sublime! So vivid....and mercurial. Lovely!
ReplyDeleteAnd mine (only 3 words used)
ReplyDeletehttp://smellthecoffeeweb.com/2020/02/02/the-red-flag-collector/
Coughed up this furball , lol.....
ReplyDeletehttps://stardreamingwithsherrybluesky.blogspot.com/2020/02/ghost-riders.html
Let me try this again--end of a long day. I know I am late to the party, but between your words and Brendan's push for renewal, I have manged to write something. It's here:
ReplyDeleteOh Stars
I will be back tomorrow to read.
Manged! Honestly! I am laughing at how that typo certainly has fit some of my poems over the years. :P Should be *managed!*
DeleteSo sorry to be late in commenting on the latter poems - my time is very restricted during the week.
ReplyDeleteI'm sure all of us understand, Kerry. Thank you for finding the time and energy to do this in the midst of the grind.
Delete"the blue colonnade of endless days," is such a strong and poignant image! Stunning write, Kerry!💝
ReplyDeleteThank you, Sanaa!
DeleteIt took me a while, but my muse just loves your wordlists, so I had to try and write something with it.
ReplyDeletehttps://redcat.wordpress.com/2020/02/20/sunshine-seal-my-vow/