Thursday, January 17, 2013

Pale owls...


dVerse Poets Pub   We are invited to write a new form of poem, either a Karousel or a Weave, 
invented by David James as presented by Gay Cannon at dversepoets.com  
not too restrictive and with some musical tones.  


 
    Beneath an audience of blinking stars
    I read letters from Plato up through Frost
    to find truths in treading life's brier patch
    to help me stay on the right path...
    not recognizing this world today...it could be Mars

    For I want to arrive well at my heart's landing
    but like Peter Rabbit my pants a fence did catch...
    stumbling, I fear what will be its aftermath?             
    Detours taken where forks crisscrossed 
    there's still a gap in my full understanding                                            

    I may find answers in these eloquent pages
    maybe I'll read more Oliver and Plath
    No reason to put lipstick on as I'm feeling lost
    like a rusty old shipwreck.. buried to the hatch
    in wet sand.. readying for the ages

    Gold highlights in my hazel eyes slowly dim
    pale owls signal with hoots the impending frost
    But I keep my secret inner room unlatched
    enough to not surrender and meet my own wrath..
    so now I'll sit reading fine poetry... out here on a limb

   
               by klr

30 comments:

  1. blinking stars are an awesome audience...aren't they..wanting to arrive at the heart's landing...sometimes it takes quite some detours until we get there..and reading others letters, biographies and poetry may shed a little light onto the path...really like what you've done with the form

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  2. Nice work - Plato and Peter Rabbit!! I like these lines best:

    "But I keep my secret inner room unlatched
    enough to not surrender and meet my own wrath..."

    It's so important to have a way in and out of our "secret inner room[s]".

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    1. ..not how I started out but just how it ended up..thanks;)

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  3. we are all out on a limb - each have an inner room ... and we answer to ourselves ... no matter who gives a hoot.

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  4. I liked your reminder to keep our inner room unlatched...open to poet ancestors and nature.

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  5. I enjoyed this. In the first part of the poem I thought about the reading of letters and how the next generations won't really have letters to read in this email world. I also thought about the reading to find answers and how often the answers are elusive. At the end I smile about the reading of poetry out on a limb & think what a contrast this is to letters, but how deeply it can be savored. I too like the idea of keeping the inner room unlatched, to allow others in.... You used the form well! Smiles.

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  6. nice....i like the use of peter rabbit...books have given me many an idea but none a complete instruction book for life you know.... but we can def learn from those that have come before us...keeping that room unlatched is wise...

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    1. ..thanks, Brian; even great philosophers don't have all the answers ..

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  7. I want to be reading poetry and other works under the lights of my secret inner room ~

    Good work on the form and rhyming pattern...particularly like pages rhyming with the ages ~

    Happy day to you ~

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  8. fun, fun, fun write... loved the whimsy here

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  9. This is great. I love the way you present your questioning. Hope you find the answers in the poetry you're reading.

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  10. Gorgeous, lush, rich. Words, images, music, stars, the smallness of beautiful things, the vastness of the universe and great ideas - the chain of being that both ties and loosens us -- all presented here with simplicity and eloquence. I loved this!

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  11. Very dreamy I love the audience of stars in your eyes.

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  12. Oh this has such a richness to it. I smiled at the audience of stars. I've often found answers o questions I did not know I was yet asking in another's words. Beautifully done.

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  13. Wonderful poetry, it was like diving into words and floating on the top. Thoroughly enjoyed. :)

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    1. ..that is a unique compliment..thank you!

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  14. Oh, this is too beautiful for mere words.

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  15. Oh this is so beautifully written with great references to Plath Beatrix Potter and Plato.Excellent use of the form. This place is Mars to many of us:)

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    1. ha...it often seems so unlike the world I knew once ..thank you..

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  16. look at the reading list here: Plato, Frost, Peter Rabbit, Oliver and Plath. Makes me wonder how you might fit Proust and Poe in this! :o


    quantum kisses

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    1. ..that was inadvertent(odd grouping)but valuable to the poem..thank you for stopping by ;)

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  17. that last stanza really really brings this piece to strong end; I'd say your audience of blinking stars are quite pleased to have been a part of this lovely piece.

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