JULIAN BREAM PRELUDE NO 3 VILLA LOBOS
TWILIGHT IN SUMMER
A shimmer'd stillness veils the hot golden afternoon
Colours of orange crimson nasturtiums are blurred
with mauve morning glory flowers wilted too soon
The cats sleep, snoring, twitching, dreaming of birds
catching silver carp which dart aimlessly in the pond
to the distant sound of pounding surf and lowing of the herd
Cicadas whirr in a light breeze stirring the fern fronds
Ice cubes tinkle in a glass, cows laze under the camphor laurel
big jersey beauties wearing ear tags like small yellow wands
Bright beach towels flap lightly on the fraying line. Some are floral
providing a backdrop for a still life of mangoes and Hahn beer
while chookie scratches about spotting a worm amongst the sorrel
I gaze at this twilight masterpiece my eyes brimming with tears
I will miss the Northern Rivers , my home of twenty years
good grief, woman! nobody lives in a place like that. the photos are obviously fakes.
ReplyDeleteThe poem is beautiful, Rall. So soft and effortless. Like a breeze, or something you'd only notice when it was gone.
The Northern Rivers NSW is a magnificent place...left two and a half years ago.It was a tough decision to make.The poem took a bit of work as well. Glad you liked it!
ReplyDeleteHi Rall,
ReplyDeleteCouldn't agree more with Barbara, on both points! The poem is FAB. I still have to get the last lines and I'm thinking "why bother"!
Rall, beautiful poem. I like this - 'big jersey beauties wearing ear tags like small yellow wands', the way it sits pretty alongside crimson nasturtiums and camphor laurel.
ReplyDeleteHere is mine, loved writing this - http://umaathreya.blogsome.com/2010/06/22/new-lease-of-life/
wow -- what a beautiful poem. like Barb said, soft and effortless. I'd love a summer like that -- mine are all peasoup and toppled trees!
ReplyDeletemy poem took a different turn, thinking about those decades-ago college summers. thanks for the prompt; you're getting me to try all sorts of new things!
http://another2doors.wordpress.com/2010/06/22/eat-summer/
A beautiful poem :)
ReplyDeleteGreat blog, I enjoyed it.
I think I already left a comment on this, but in case it disappeared into the sunset, your poem is beautiful.
ReplyDeleteI have just spent two hours posting, editing, re-editing and editing once again: I don't know what Wordpress is up to tonight, but it kept freezing or undoing my edits or inventing some of its own. Anyway, for better or worse, my two sonnets are here: http://vivinfrance.wordpress.com
Sign me up. Liked how all of the senses have their turn, including a good beer. If it's possible for a poem to be so, this one is easy on the eyes. Stunning!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem, a portrait of the life idyllic. You've captured so many pieces of a pastoral existence. It creates in me strong longing for the country. Interestingly, cows in Montana have yellow tags, too. I love that you called them wands. You bring honor to the jerseys. :)
ReplyDeleteSIGH! A glorious poem about a glorious place, Rall! A little smidgen of heaven on earth, perhaps? Having attempted a Terza Rima Sonnet of my own, I know how much work went into this! "Colours of orange crimson nasturtiums are blurred with mauve morning glory flowers." Lovely! This poem flows pure and smooth ...
ReplyDeleteOh, and please find my Terza Rima Sonnet here.
ReplyDeletehttp://herwordsbloomed.blogspot.com/2010/06/pow-prompt-8-twilight-in-summer-terza_21.html
I complain a lot, but wouldn't be happy otherwise. Good prompt, Rall, and thanks.
ReplyDeleteto see my poem, you wouldn't think that I've actually been practising (a little) at writing in forms, but despite its not being really a sonnet or terza rima, I kind of like it. (still working at making one that satisfies the criteria. we'll see)
something I’m calling a terza rima (summer)
Idyllic scene, hard to beat, though I can think of one or two places that get close.
ReplyDeleteHere's mine: TWILIGHT
Not 100% strictly to form, but got the iambic pentameter - and the music.
Our home has the cicadas and the ice. All the other stuff is miles and miles away.
ReplyDeleteMy post is HERE
Summer Twilight in western Oregon means listening to Chris Botti, a skinny kid from our little college town who's grown up to play the finest jazz trumpet in the world. He's played with Paul Simon, Sting, and several other talented musicians such as Lucia Micarelli. I was raised on rock-n-roll and it’s taken me a while to appreciate jazz, but I’ve heard Botti perform live a few times and I must confess that he causes me weep with joy.
ReplyDeleteEnjoy Botti and Lucia Micarelli performing Emmanuel at:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m8NN4fpdm40
While you’re listening, stop by and read:
Botti & Lucia Heat Up Emmanuel
http://jdmackenzie.blogspot.com/2010/06/botti-lucia-heat-up-emmanuel.html
Yeah, cool description throughout, and the pics are delicious too!
ReplyDeleteHere's my attempt: Twilight in Summer
Thanks for the prompt!
Rall
ReplyDeleteExcellent write! I am almost ashamed to post mine but here is
imagine being married in June! not my fav music but it is cheeky!
Pamela
http://flaubert-poetrywithme.blogspot.com/2010/06/billy-idol-white-wedding-official.html
There was a boy called Changnoi
ReplyDeletewho had some very nice toys
He rode his elephant to school
The other kids thought he was cool
The teacher said
'No elephants allowed in the room!'
so the elephant went duly outside
and sat right down on his behind
BOOM and all the banana trees shook
The kids dropped all their books
and rushed to the windows to look
at the elephant laughing out loud
Changnoi was so pleased and so proud
Khop kuhn lai derr, chop mark mark.
ReplyDeleteThank you very much, I like it a lot.
Now I know where my diary went ;)
Changnoi means 'small/baby elephant'
I'm back, and here's my offering:
ReplyDeletehttp://melrosemusings.blogspot.com/2010/06/summer-symphony-pow-prompt-8.html
Thank you Brenda. Black and white jersey cows are my favourites.
ReplyDeleteUma , this is the first Tamil music I have ever heard and it goes with your poem. I think you must live in a very beautiful place and I am pleased that someone else drinks as much tea as I do.Beautiful as usual!
Uma, your spamblocker still won't let me comment. I tried to say:
ReplyDeleteThis line is wonderful: heat like monster in flight etherizes in crimson skies,
The music is great, as well.
Gorgeous imagery! As I'm a sucker for anything flowers, I especially love that first stanza.
ReplyDeleteMy form lead to not such a thorough poem...first time tackling a sonnet:
http://mypoeticlicense.wordpress.com/2010/06/18/1231/
- Dina
I have enjoyed listening to all your music.
ReplyDeleteThis is not the end of our sonnet writing.So
before you give a sigh of relief there will be some more sonnet writing in the future at some stage.Miss Pommeroy will be giving clearer instructions next time.The point is to give you experience in writing in forms that left to your own devices you probably would not do....Miss Pommeroy gets a bit stroppy at this time of year.
Too late about that sigh... it was already released. Not my fave style of writing, but I muddled through:
ReplyDeleteFly with a dragon
I picked a silly/strange song, which might be why my results aren't as stirring as yours :).
I'm pleased to participate here with my first terza rima sonnet, A Murder of Crows.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the prompt....the music is a little crazy, FUN, but crazy to read to....
http://bozone-bw.blogspot.com/2010/06/murder-of-crows.html
Welcome Brenda. A person who understands about cow ear tags!
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