May 10, 2011

Poetry Jam, 9th. May

Watercats offers "Birthday" for Poetry Jam's first ever prompt.

For Her Birthday

I found them one by one.
Cut glass, a chiming bell,
October's smoky days,
Mists shuffling in the sun,
Old wood with lavender,
Laughter where children run,
and hoarded them,
unmatched, unlit.

In time you came,
the thread to string them on.
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15 comments:

  1. Laurie KolpMay 11, 2011 at 1:07 AM

    A mystic and magical piece!

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  2. The BugMay 11, 2011 at 1:14 AM

    Oh, this made me sigh - beautiful!

    (Although my word verif. is fight. Hmmm.)

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  3. lucychiliMay 11, 2011 at 5:34 AM

    lovely poem =)

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  4. AnonymousMay 11, 2011 at 12:45 PM

    Gosh you old romantic!

    Enchanting,

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  5. HelenMay 11, 2011 at 2:21 PM

    As I read your poem, I found myself yearning a bit ... wishing someone had a collection like this just waiting for me. This is incredibly lovely.

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  6. Bagman and ButlerMay 11, 2011 at 2:43 PM

    What a beautiful love poem.

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  7. LolamouseMay 11, 2011 at 6:39 PM

    What treasures just waiting for that special person. And what a lucky person! Lovely, lovely poem.

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  8. Doctor FTSEMay 11, 2011 at 6:57 PM

    Thanks, all you lovely ladies . . . who says the pearls aren't for you . . .

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  9. Pete GouldingMay 12, 2011 at 4:12 AM

    You never fail to surprise, doc. One week acerbic, the next incredibly tender. There's a lovely rhythm to this.

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  10. Lucy WestenraMay 12, 2011 at 7:38 AM

    I like the rhymes and near rhymes, "one","sun","run","on" and how you have hidden the same vowel - "UNmatched","UNlit", - to maintain the assonance. Short and very sweet.

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  11. Doctor FTSEMay 12, 2011 at 1:41 PM

    I'm forgetting the lads! So, especially for PeterG and Bagman (and to show Jane that I'm not only an old romantic)

    "I found them, one by one
    Nail-guns, glue, tins of paint,
    tubes full of sealing gunk
    old planks of timber
    for workmen to stand on.
    I hoarded them, unseen, unused.

    In time you came!
    So get yer hard-hats on"

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  12. RuthMay 14, 2011 at 10:35 AM

    Oh! I love that revelation! And why wouldn't I?

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  13. Other MaryMay 20, 2011 at 3:35 PM

    That is very sweet for a rampaging buffalo.

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  14. rallentandaMay 22, 2011 at 2:58 PM

    My baroque pearls with a sapphire clasp were stolen in a house robbery twenty years ago. I miss them and still think about them.

    Thankyou for your comment. Rall unfortunately has been flattened by a road train and will be out of action for a while.

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  15. Brother OllieAugust 18, 2011 at 3:44 AM

    a skilled write doc

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WV's turned off. Glad to see this is catching on. I don't want my readers to work for nothing for folk whose OCR software doesn't work properly.

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