I wander my world weaving words into verse plaiting my thoughts into silken skeins of sense rendering images from my mind’s eye to this digital paper perverse perception lending life to poetry lust to hope and love to mon amour the written word.
Only in time with wish fulfilment perchance my dreams will meet my expectations and produce that meisterwerk whose impetus drives me on.
Truth … In wine? Pull the other one. Stick it on me, babe I’ll believe it when I feel it Next you’ll be persuading me Love is blind When everyone knows However fickle It’s in the beholder’s ken The plaything of their whim Their only hope for the future Then You’ll be saying Time flies When we all know It sinks and swims Runs and stutters Can’t make its mind up Whether to be patient Or restive Anxious or unhurried And as for Life being for living Non sequiturs Don’t come better than that Its for laughing For crying But…. Above all it’s for dying For returning to the earth which spawned us For calling time on the pain of living For … And this we must remember … As the old song goes You can’t have one without the other. Sic transit gloria mundi
When Green Hill led to Highcliff Nab Up from Kemplah Fields, Then when all my world was young And all was meant to be, Life was enriched by Nature’s call; The world was one to me.
Now, when old age has taken youth And life resolves in retrospection, Those childhood days become intense, The fount of my reflection.
I feel, I touch, the close-knit turf That dressed the hills I trod. The waves of bracken still haunt my mind As if bespoke of God, And heather, clothing moor and dale, Purpling the timeless scene, Rekindles every hope I have Been granted in the life I’ve seen.
Tell me Pretty maiden Where have you been hiding Lost to me all these many years Now found
Now found And full of hope I am able again To live in bright expectation Of joy
Of joy Of coupled love Rekindling lost passion Rebirth for my expiring soul Time heals
Time heals The wounds of hurt Complete again with you Able again to face my world In peace
In peace We start again The slate now wiped clean The past dissolved in history Hope lives
This poem has been composed in response to Abigail Gronway’s (‘Dark Side Of The Moon’) CPC Challenge published 12/4/19. I quote: . . .
The Crown Cinquain
Like the Cinq-Cinquain that we studied last week, the Crown Cinquain, or Cinquain Chain, is also made up of a series of exactly five Crapsey Cinquains. So what’s the difference? I’m glad you asked. The distinguishing feature of the Crown Cinquain appears in the two-syllable lines at the beginning and end of each stanza, as they are used to link one stanza to another. This process is called a forming link, a chain, or a corona (hence crown). To be more specific, the last line of each cinquain is repeated as the first line of the next cinquain. There is one other slight difference. In the Cinq-Cinquain, the stanza breaks are optional; but in the Crown Cinquain, they are required.
So here in summary, is the Crown Cinquain:
a series of 5 [entire] Crapsey Cinquains, 25 lines total syllabic count: 2-8-6-4-2 in each stanza written with breaks between stanzas rhyme is optional last line of the previous cinquain repeated as first line of the next cinquain
I wanted you to be there Breaking the cold loch surface A glimpse of your existence That sinuous shape A wave writ large Imprinted by myth Granted to my searching eyes That fearsome snout Proud Periscope Rising from the darkness of the depths To pierce the horizon Breathing wonder Awe and grace
Such hopes and wishes Fulfilled in imagination Suffice Sustain my being When all else fails Connect my Past To my Present And thus To what yet Will be