Who would have thought that so much dust could gather
On every surface? Its like Miss Haversham
Lives here. Cobwebs form lacy curtains,
Grey dust accumulates. Life unravels.
Me, I prefer to deal with living dirt –
Wet footprints, slick with the good earth,
Spilt juice, sweet and sticky, laking
Across the table’s stripped pine desert
And I love silence, but I love the clatter
Of feet on stairs, hard debate, easy chatter,
And the hot beat of the music that you play,
That matters so much, and yet doesn’t matter.
This is (probably) my last rubaiyat for this month’s form challenge. I’m linking it to the original rubaiyat post from Frank, and to Jilly’s post on imagery in the rubaiyat.
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“And I love silence, but I love the clatter
Of feet on stairs, hard debate, easy chatter,”
These liked these two lines Sarah. Excuse the pun but I felt you were getting into your stride at this point of the poem.
I had a friend who made a point of collecting cobwebs at her front door. She had a strange entrance as if made for cobwebs. I gave her a small (artificial) skeleton to hang there and it quickly disappeared under her cobwebs. Oh, how I miss Diana and her cobwebs. A dear eccentric friend.
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Oh, thank you. Isn’t it funny how a poem can trigger a memory like that?
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Sarah! You rock the imagery gig – YES! Really enjoy your choices on line breaks and ‘life unravels’ – excellent line!
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I didn’t know quite what to do with Miss Haversham. I was tempted to hyphenate, but then I decided not to. That is the cheekiest rhyme I’ve ever done.
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I like this poem a lot. “I prefer to deal with living dirt.” and the examples. I can see the juice “laking Across the table’s stripped pine desert”
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the feet on stairs and hard debate has me thinking of walking on hard wood floors and good hearty conversations. like the reference to Miss Haversham’s cleaning skills!
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So many great lines here. I wouldn’t have known this was a Rubaiyat, if we weren’t doing this form–and by that I mean it just flows one line to the next. Love the Miss Haversham. 🙂 I really like this–great imagery, but also the deeper meaning.
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You are so good at these forms–always flowing and natural. I love the contrast between the “dead” dust and the “living dirt”–and all that implies about life attitude.
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This is so good.. the way you have worked in the opposites here… reminds me a bit of of the beginning of “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times”…
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Like the rhyming and imagery in this, I read it a number of times without being aware of the form…which is the trick, I think!
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I like the transition from dust to dirt and then the last line with the contrast between what matters and doesn’t matter.
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I love the silence, but I love the clatter…just the sound of that line is so wonderful. And Merril is right about the flow. (K)
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