I Must Poem
of color
how the blur of blue and mauve
the melt of orange and red and gold
fold gently into summer skies
of sunshine
the way sun slips above the eastern horizon
pulls himself up on a span of lenticular clouds
to wink-wake me through half drawn shutters
of movement
of spindly-legged spiders crawling ‘neath a rock
and birds in flight that soar up to the moon
or human dance that stretches my imagination
of water
its touch, so sensual, immersed in crystal lakes
the battering of rain upon the window pane
or cooling draft upon desert-dry tongue
of texture
the roughest touch of eucalyptus bark
or satin-smoothness of a marble slab
and wonder-wrinkle of my weathered life-worn face
of music
the bounding bass of basso-nova beat
or lilting flute that fills the air with joy
and steady cadence of a Requium
of silence.
of silence, I must poem.
Today I have the pleasure of returning, after a rather long hiatus, to offer a prompt for dVerse Meeting the Bar/Form for All. I’m going back to a form I first gave in 2013–List Poetry. I hope you will join in today with a list of your own.
I would like to thank you for the efforts you have put in penning
this website. I really hope to check out the same high-grade content from you later on as well.
In truth, your creative writing abilities has encouraged me to get my own,
personal website now 😉
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Hello, constantly i used to check blog posts here in the early hours in the break of day, as i
like to gain knowledge of more and more.
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love your list
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we must, yes. or else our blood would boil. ~
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Love the list within list narrative and the phrasing at times is sublime.
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Beautiful! And thank you for the prompt!
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I liked the wink-waking of sunshine in the morning.
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I miss God. The mentioning of God should be present here. Then, the poem would be charming. Christ! – by which we discover, and get to work. 🙂 By the way, I am very little when I read your poem: My English vocabulary is of no use. 🙂 So I am not getting the feeling.
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That is true, Vaccinius. He gave us all of these things.
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Wonderful words, Victoria
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Beautiful….excellent …..I loved the stanza about water the most…!
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A wonderfully organized bit of art! Your poem, that is. Well conceived and executed.
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Beautiful, Victoria. A lovely combination of different senses. So very graceful.
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That’s beautiful Victoria, and flows so well too.
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Touching on the important things in life in such a beautiful way.
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This is absolutely gorgeously penned, Victoria 😀 especially love; “of water its touch, so sensual, immersed in crystal lakes the battering of rain upon the window pane or cooling draft upon desert-dry tongue.” Beautifully penned❤️
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This is absolutely gorgeous writing and the end just perfect
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This just trips off the tongue so wonderfully when read aloud! Really enjoy the alliterative leanings here 🙂
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Brilliant, lovely, terrific word-smithing–for yes, you have spun a narrative & soft-pedaled the lists, like internal rhymes, just propelling & enriching the exquisite narrative. My favorite stanzas were OF MOTION & OF MUSIC.
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Oh, Victoria. This leaves me breathless. So much gorgeous language here, the momentum throughout…the craving for a pen. Wonderful.
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I love how you span these images that form a narrative of sorts, and the closing with the silence is so very apt… there is something impressionistic with your poem…
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This poem is like your header photo of the iris in the sunlight, reminding us of the soft graces that can be felt, everywhere, really, when we pay attention.
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This is beautiful. So much richness in the little things that mean so much and the way we embrace them. Poem on!
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I list of some of the important things in life. I especially like the colours.
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