firestorm falls, blue fingerling
yonder the lake shore, adrift
memory, wood chiseling
grave marker, numbed with snowdrift
i catch, all of yesterday
into a farewell album,
when someday, like saturday,
i listen, dance, high volume
your words still a seasoning:
salt, cloves, sage, peppered windstorm,
exile heart throbs, rupturing
blue sea, unto you, firestorm
Posted for: D'verse Poets Pub: Exile - Thanks Karin for the lovely prompt ~
and Imaginary Garden with Real Toads: Celtic Quatrain - Thanks Kerry for the form ~
Each stanza is a quatrain of seven syllables. Lines one and threerhyme with a triple (three syllable) rhyme and two and four use a double (two syllable) rhyme. The poem should end with the first word or the complete line that it began with.
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ah it's so hard to be away from the one you love...esp. loved the seasoning here...salt, cloves, sage, peppered windstorm...hmmm..nice..
ReplyDeleteIt is ~ Thanks for the lovely words and visit Claudia ~
Deleteevocative grace...i like the peppered wind storm...spiced and still raging...some nice textures too in the wood chiseling and the gravestones...all wrapped in some tight emotions...
ReplyDeleteThanks Brian for the lovely words and visit ~ I appreciate it ~
DeleteNow here you have more than a hint of Molly Bloom. Wonderful poem. k.
ReplyDeleteHa..ha..nothing about Molly here K ~ Thanks ~
DeleteWant to be near and the feelings that arise, can be a pain indeed and create it.
ReplyDeleteI catch all of yesterday into a farewell album...I love this line. There's almost a classical feel to this poem.
ReplyDeleteIt is very hard to be away from those you love indeed. Loved this: 'I catch all of yesterday into a farewell album' 'Your words, still a seasoning'
ReplyDeleteBeautiful imagery. Lovely read.
It is hard to be apart. The memories stay with us, though.
ReplyDeleteAn excellente write. I love the beauty of the lines and the word choices. You had me wrapped up in their embrace from the start. Exiled from love is hard, you painted a super picture. Very well done.
ReplyDeleteOutstanding poetry! I really like this! awesome take on the subject of exile.
ReplyDeleteAlways beautiful, this no less so. I love how you talk about the cile inside love, how it can bring us closer after it ends.
ReplyDeleteThe image of the peppered windstorm certainly adds an extra bite of spice to this sensual drama!
ReplyDeleteI love the idea of catching yesterday in farwell album...to reopen another time and remember...that's lovely as is the whole poem. Very evocative indeed!
ReplyDelete"grave marker, numbed with snowdrift"... sooo beautiful images. I like how you connected so many images and smells in one poem. And dancing to high volume is one of my favs... just like your poem, that I'll definitely share ;)
ReplyDelete'your words still a seasoning'
ReplyDeleteJust shows the impact of missing someone dear. Remembering all the flavors and the fun. Great write, Heaven!
Hank
Firestorm and snowdrift--this is lovely, Heaven, and way to go with the form--I like it a lot, especially the ending.
ReplyDeleteI catch all of yesterday into a farewell album.... Beautiful, loved it x
ReplyDeleteSIQ POST BRO
ReplyDelete"grave marker, numbed with snowdrift
ReplyDeletei catch, all of yesterday
into a farewell album,"
I really like these portions of the two stanzas. Really well written all together, Heaven!!
Some very powerful images here. Difficult form tackled expertly
ReplyDeleteThis is a very beautiful piece of poetry. Your word choice is excellent and the form has been most subtly applied so as not to dominate the end result. Fine work.
ReplyDeletesuperb G!
ReplyDeleteThis is very touching -- starting from the beginning.
ReplyDeleteMoving - evocative - lovely
ReplyDeleteIntense emotion is so difficult to put into words but you have REALLY succeeded here!
ReplyDeleteThank's for your visit to my blog.
I really love the idea of words being seasonings and think one could perhaps write an entire poem about that! Perfect poem to the prompt 'exile' as well as contribution to this week's Pantry!
ReplyDeleteCryptic and alluring in its images, Heaven.
ReplyDeletewhen words season our lives.... sometimes tasty, sometimes bitter...
ReplyDeleteThis is very beautiful, Heaven....you have mastered this form. The repeating first word really makes it come full circle......it flows so dreamily. A lovely read. Nice to see you at the Pantry.
ReplyDeleteQuite a lot of action and strong visuals in this compact piece. Sea and firestorms, such a combination to invoke the strong swirling feelings within, alternating senses of empty settling, putting away, and turmoil arising.
ReplyDeleteWhoa - this is so good. Very good.
ReplyDeleteyour recipes...of words, always come out
ReplyDeletedeliciously.
<3
Dear Heaven,
ReplyDeleteSuch tender beauty in your words. I don't like to be away from my loved one for a second. It's the thought of going home to her that makes the hours in my long days pass that much quicker. Lovely writing. Thanks for sharing & visiting.
Love, The Enchantress Flower
"i catch, all of yesterday
ReplyDeleteinto a farewell album"
LOVE this!
hope you are well.
♥
Thank heaven for amazing memories - apart from all else, they lead to amazing poems like this.
ReplyDeletea skilled write - you do engage the senses...
ReplyDeletehigh volume! turn it up!
ReplyDeletethe words of seasoning... yummy phrase!
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