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| This is an African wild dog, not a blackbird, obviously. But he inspired me. |
The earth in motion, turns sun high, turns sun west.
We love, we leave, the blackbird and the marshland reed.
What is stone, what is wind? What is burned, what is blessed?
The earth in motion, turns sun high, turns sun west.
The bed and window, street and station, all our palimpsest.
Each in skin, each in summer; each in plenty, each in need.
The earth in motion, turns sun high, turns sun west.
We love, we leave, the blackbird and the marshland reed.
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for "Substitutes" at Real Toads.
Friends, I lack the words except when I write poetry.
And so, this poem is for all of you.
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| digital art by Andrea Hill |
"What is stone, what is wind? What is burned, what is blessed?"
ReplyDelete"The bed and window, street and station, all our palimpsest."
Wow.
You aren't going anywhere. You have too much left to do here.
Wonderful Triolet. Loved it. Every bit of it
ReplyDelete"We love, we leave...." but we wont let you......We know where you are and we will come find you. Because we cant miss a single poem of yours. Since I read your first, in 2010, I have not missed a single one. Smiles. Thank you, Shay, for all you have brought to Toads.......and for the deep pleasure you have brought me with the amazement of your poems.
ReplyDeleteOh.. there is nothing more important than questions... there is an overload of answers, but when it comes to questions, there is no one to answer them except in wind and poems.
ReplyDeleteThis is the best triolet I've ever read.
ReplyDeleteA stunning parting triolet, Shay. I love the movement and the repeated line ‘We love, we leave, the blackbird and the marshland reed’, which resonates with one who lives near marshland reeds.
ReplyDeleteOh, but don't go too far. I feel so blessed to read your work. Keep writing and let us know where we can read at your feet.
ReplyDeleteYour poetry has always been such a joy to read – none more than this beauty! Thank you for enriching my life.
ReplyDeleteLove the repitition and love the questions! This is an amazing triolet Shay! I LOVE it!!
ReplyDeletejust, stunning.
ReplyDeletemaybe you can leave, return, and leave again
every week
and write like this each time.
which you do, anyways. ~
Each in plenty, each in need...
ReplyDeleteThis makes me feel rather needy myself :)
A flawless triolet, Shay. The form takes backseat to the poetry of it, as it should, but holds up the jewels of words like an embroidered tapestry worked with gems. Life is so full and so empty, so barren and so rich, and you probably have never written any better than this, which is saying a great deal. I especially like the turn line about the sun/earth in motion, the feeling of change yet continuity that it gives. And only you could find the musical lilt to 'palimpsest,' a particularly favorite word of mine. Very fine writing indeed, dear friend. Right up there with 'parting is such sweet sorrow...'
ReplyDeletePerfect triolet, Shay. It gave me the sense of a wheel turning.
ReplyDeleteI love this, Shay. Have you mellowed a bit? It is just great. My favorite lines, as most, were "We love, we leave,".
ReplyDeleteI really hope you are just teasing or testing, we like you here. I might get goofy again. Well, I did once more, Day 7, but I waited till late so there wouldn't be bad vibes. I tried to write a Vogon Poem but without the Vogon language it seemed a flop.
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Ah, just lovely. Thanks. k.
ReplyDeleteI don't know how I missed this poem! Unfathomable omission on my part, so thank you for steering me here.
ReplyDeleteAs partings go, it is a keeper... as are you, dear Shay. I know you will not be gone too far, but will be found with the blackbirds, and big cats, and beautiful women. It has been a blast, friend. Certainly, a life-changing association for me.
Truly - It reads so smoothly I never would have known this was a "form" poem. Nature and the sentiment blend so well here, with the poignant question... I hope that come May (is that the "date" you officially leave? ) is not a true goodbye but a "I will be hanging around and dropping in now and again... ". I can't imagine you not writing poetry ...
ReplyDeleteMargaret-I will still be around, I just won't be an official Toad anymore.
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