Laura’s hosting at dVerse tonight. She always comes up with interesting and challenging prompts – I think of them as architectural. Tonight we’re thinking about nines – nine line poems and nonets. Laura has given us some lines from great poems to use as the basis for our own work. I couldn’t resist having a go at both halves of the prompt.
Here’s my first one. The first line is taken from W.S. Merwin’s “To the Light of September”/
Summer fading
It seems as though you are still summer
clinging to the last pink roses,
but the early morning chill
lasts a little longer
every day. Autumn
is so close now,
cold fingers
sprinkling
gold.
And here’s the second, which is based on this line: Those/ pale /flowers /might /still /have/ time/ to /fruit from Karina Borowicz’s ‘September Tomatoes’
Gooseflight
Those geese flying overhead
pale wings spread out, like
flowers on a blue bedspread
might fly on. They are so strong, they
still have miles to go. It’s
time to seek out warmth,
to hunker down. Autumn’s brought
fruit and frost and morning mist.
Love them booth… and amazing that we both started our poems with geese…
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Quite lovely poems, equally beautiful in imagery and composition. Stunning work!
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“cold fingers sprinkling gold” wonderful line! I like the visual of the pale goosewings on a blue bedspread
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such poetic architecture Sarah! I enjoyed re-reading both poems – the “cold fingers
sprinkling
gold.”
and
“pale wings spread out, like
flowers on a blue bedspread”
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Fantastic! Both are great! My favorite is the first, such vivid imagery for me!
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I,, too, enjoyed both poems; applause, applause, but the second one is an 8 liner, not 9; bit hey, you made it work, bent it to your poetic will.
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Seriously? I counted and counted – wrong, evidently! Don’t tell anyone.
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Oh, I see what happened. Poof!
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Please don’t ask for my preference. Both mind-numbingly awesome, SC
.Hoo-Raaaahh!!!
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Those last words, “cold fingers sprinkling gold” is metaphorically so rich with sheer gorgeousness. Love this!
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Beautiful. I especially love “It seems as though you are still summer.”
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I love that sprinkling gold with the first nonet. And for the second, a flight of geese seeking out warmth. Perfect autumn images.
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Perfect:
“cold fingers
sprinkling
gold.”
Well met for both.
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2 stunning poems, Sarah! ❤ Take care, Cheryl
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clinging to the last pink rose – love that image, both poems enjoyable. The geese here will soon be taking flight
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Both sparkling in their own way – the geese on the bedspread got me though – (I love the idea of triangles of birds migrating across a blue cotton sky – honking away, miles to go) – and lovely sounds in the ‘fruit and frost and morning mist.’
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Both poems are gorgeous, Sarah. The nonet captures the fading of summer perfectly, ‘clinging to the last pink roses’ and I love the personification of Autumn with ‘cold fingers / sprinkling / gold’. You know I love poems about birds, and geese are so evocative. What a wonderful bespread simile – and I smiled at the Robert Frost reference.
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Beautiful poetry ….. especially enjoyed how you combined both challenges.
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Lovely images, lovely words.
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Great work Sarah!
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Sarah,
I enjoyed both of your poems. I found this especially appealing,
Autumn
is so close now,
cold fingers
sprinkling
gold.
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