I had the entire weekend to myself. This is what I did with it. Based on the winter renga form found here.
Title – Harp Songs
Author: VVK
Snow on the mountain,
Angels flutter above us
Exchanging harp songs
Cold wind raises pale feathers
Of the dove cushioned in clouds
Peace be upon us -
Rest for the weary heartbeats,
Lullabies are hummed
Soft downy blankets wrap up
Children asleep for a night
October moon shines
Down on gently closed eyelids,
Flight to far off lands
Dreams float over crimson leaves
Golden nature enriches…
Heaven crying out
Against the decay of time,
Understanding change
Longing for one another
Two heartbeats joining as one
Forever yearning
Straining to be together
Only for awhile
Apart in their humanness
But loving each none the less
Drifting in oceans
Alive with teaming mermaids,
Heaped in nets of fish
Gills shut off from oxygen
Fins and flippers treading water
Hidden extensions
Waving in desperation,
Strawberry moon smiles
Watermelon fragrance
Warm breezes caressing us
Sending light tripping
Over bells in a tower,
Tingling the taste buds
Cutting blades of crab grass
Sharp pinpoints on soulless feet
Inches from the end,
Cushioned by cherry blossoms
Swelling fresh again
Sweet clean earth turning over
By the force of sprouting seeds
Gentle rains falling -
Thirsty childhood life calling
To be understood
Growing pains apparently
Aching in every teardrop
Deadly thoughts surface
Around bubbling emotions,
Drowning out silence
Lambs, lions, lay in stillness
Peace unlikely bed fellows
Hibernating now –
Flakes of white alabaster
As frozen dew drops
Sculpting the sleeping terrain
Into silvery pillows
Heads cradled softly,
Rapture of comforting grace
Tense adoration
Ardent appreciation
Genuine adulation
Dented by many,
No one may put asunder
Upon steadfast rule
Cracks open in earthen cores
Masks fall away from closed faces
Innocence reborn,
Mother Earth births abundance
‘Neath a Hunters’ moon
Jack-o-lanterns of pumpkins
Costumes of golden yellows
Leaves dancing on trees,
Shadows and sunlight throughout
Rainbow canopies
Fairies play hide and go seek
Stealing unwary gypsies
Locked in crystal balls,
Wisps of future happiness
Mists of Avalon
A king hidden under spells
Budding of new promises
Perennial blooms,
Gardenias awaken in
Heaven’s arousal
Seraphim sing of April
Showers of string harmony.
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Lovely. This is my favorite stanza:
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Wisps of future happiness
Mists of Avalon
It contains a whole story in itself.
Quilly: Thanks. It's really hard (whine, whine) to make each stanza different yet maintain some similarity.
ReplyDeleteWell, the site I used for reference had very different guideleines. I have saved your site link for later perusal. Right now I really should be studying for my ministry class. I think I will just go in tonight, sit behind John, read his notes and pretend I've read the lesson. (Is that ethical? Hmmmm.....)
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I will look at your site and try another.
ReplyDeleteMaybe not ethical, but I understand it.
Lovely, Nessa...are you a Mists of Avalon fan as well?
ReplyDeleteJenn, I went to my ministry class and fessed up that I hadn't prepared for the assignment. Bob let me sit by him and share his notes. We were assigned 4 chapters for next week -- which actually means I have 7 to read! Aaaarg
ReplyDeleteThe poll is up on my blog. Run over and vote for yourself as The Greatest Liar ever. Bring your friends along to vote to. Since it's a Liar's Contest we are all obviously short on integrity, so there is no limit to how many times you can vote -- or how often. Let the games begin!
I've somewhat gone off raspberry & strawberry chocolate strouddle, which promises to feel like a belly full of lead.
ReplyDeleteUsed to be my favourite desert too.
Guess I'll have to try something new
Great poem - an all year rounder?
goes from autumn round and round the rythm of the seasons to the winter snows and April showers...
Harp songs always my favourites
maybe seraphim will sing in April
with showers of string harmony
Have a Magic Monday!
Jenn: Thanks, and yes, of course. I can so see myself living in the Mists.
ReplyDeleteMr. Fab: I don't know what's going on either, but thanks.
Quilly: Truthfulness has its own punishments; ) I must go vote for Jenn, now.
Q: Thanks.
Jenn: Thanks, and yes, of course. I can so see myself living in the Mists.
ReplyDeleteMr. Fab: I don't know what's going on either, but thanks.
Quilly: Truthfulness has its own punishments; ) I must go vote for Jenn, now.
Q: Thanks.
I must say, every time I read this poem another part pops out at me. I am growing to like it more and more.
ReplyDeleteQuilly: Thanks.
ReplyDeleteSnow on the mountain,
ReplyDeleteAngels flutter above us
Exchanging harp songs
October moon shines
Down on gently closed eyelids,
Flight to far off lands
Locked in crystal balls,
Wisps of future happiness
Mists of Avalon
Goldennib, I'm like Quilldancer the more I look the more pearls I find in this beautiful Harp Song.
Here's wishing you golden days and the best of the best!
Peace & love to those who love me and those who love me not. - Q
Q: Thanks.
ReplyDeleteMy sister Jackie doesn't blog -- but she does read my blog. She sent the following in an email. I thought you might like it:
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I don't know about all this blogging (you do have an outside life, don't you???), but I got into it a little bit today and surprised myself! I was reading the comments on one of your blogs and someone (Nessa, I think) said that all the counting was making her giggle. That struck my funny bone and amused me because I like to giggle; like people who giggle; and like people who use the word 'giggle'. So.......I clicked on her name and went to her blog. Her comments to you about your apology were FUNNY....especially liked "cash would be best"!! And then when she wrote: "I am not always...in touch with reality. At least, not the shared reality of those around me. Usually, I am lost in one of my own making. Reality is after all, relative," I figured she was BRILLIANT...one of my sentiments exactly!!
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Nessa, what is truly amazing about this is that Jackie thinks everything in the world is about her. So to have her notice someone else is a major break though ....
Quilly: This is great. Made my day. My brother doesn't think I have a life either. I come from a family where only practical (by their definition) things are worth doing. Cleaning, mowing the lawn, dusting, these things are what I should be doing. Reading, writing, drawing, etc. are for people who are independantly wealthy. Not that that's what your sister thinks, but that's what her comment "(you do have an outside life, don't you???)" made me think. I often feel like a fish out of water and trying to swim against the tide at the same time.
ReplyDeleteQuilly's Sister, Jackie: Hi. It's about time someone recognized my brilliance. I love to giggle and the word giggle is like a tickle. And just so you know, I had you in mind when I wrote about reality. You sister is very funny and has a good grasp of reality. I plan on using her when I get too far away.
This is lovely. You are very talented.
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