My Twentieth Year - 3. specterful sleep

Dammit, I ran out of likes. Sorry, AC. I'll have to come back tomorrow.

I loved the imagery of all these poems. They all left me feeling very peaceful. I can see myself reading these over and over again.

More proof that at twenty, you were a wonderful poet, AC.

I think all the poems before were just lovely. Your talent belies your age for sure. This last set though, I think wistful might be the closest I come to describing how I felt reading them. Those were just beautifully worded and lines like "a wafting breeze makes her stir." "If a tree moans, I know she nears.", just makes it so alive. I savoured those lines.. Sappy I know..

Great poems AC!

The word "aisling" was unfamilar to me, so I had to look for it's meaning, which explained the female content. As I couldn't see a link to Ireland, the poem had to be about the personification of spring, which seems to be more fitting.
A Lady clad in beautiful poetic wording.

The seventh poem took me to a wind-still early Sunday morning while slowly and peacefully the first snowflakes of the season fall, soon to cover nature in a white blanket. A very tranquil poem where the calmness not only envelops but also casts out all thoughts of sin.

The last one I'm not quite sure of. To me it seems to be about a very uncomfortable sleep, where you keep flooding in and out of consciousness. Not the kind of sleep you wake up from all rested.

All three of them beautiful again, young AC.

Thanks to J HunterDunn for saving me from more googling!
Aisling, spring, and brought to life with your words. I could feel the change in the weather, as soft breezes start to warm the frozen earth and trees moan as they start to live again after winter's death.
#7, Well AC the images of a beautiful snow fall almost make me like the thought of winter... but even you can't do that. Seriously though, this was beautiful and i've seen snow like that and it is a beautiful sight.
#8 Here, i'm unsure, this made me feel frustrated and a bit sad. Like you're deserving of something and impatient for it, or wanting something you're not getting ...
So much talent AC, an apprentice on his way to Master.
tim

On 01/16/2016 02:30 PM, Lisa said:

Dammit, I ran out of likes. Sorry, AC. I'll have to come back tomorrow.

 

I loved the imagery of all these poems. They all left me feeling very peaceful. I can see myself reading these over and over again.

 

More proof that at twenty, you were a wonderful poet, AC.

Thank you, Lisa. I love your comments, and appreciate your support. These three were written about this time of year, so they seem to fit with our current winter blahs and dreams of springtime.

Thanks again!

On 01/16/2016 03:49 PM, Defiance19 said:

I think all the poems before were just lovely. Your talent belies your age for sure. This last set though, I think wistful might be the closest I come to describing how I felt reading them. Those were just beautifully worded and lines like "a wafting breeze makes her stir." "If a tree moans, I know she nears.", just makes it so alive. I savoured those lines.. Sappy I know..

 

Great poems AC!

Thank you, Defiance19! 'Sappy' is good – in fact, great – because it tells me you found something to connect with in these poems. That's the best feedback I can hope for. I was aiming for the feeling of the Romantic poets at this point of my development, and so the return to sentiments similar to Byron's "She walks in beauty, like the night; Of cloudless climes and starry skies" should show pretty clearly. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/She_Walks_in_Beauty

Thanks again!

On 01/17/2016 01:15 AM, J.HunterDunn said:

The word "aisling" was unfamilar to me, so I had to look for it's meaning, which explained the female content. As I couldn't see a link to Ireland, the poem had to be about the personification of spring, which seems to be more fitting.

A Lady clad in beautiful poetic wording.

 

The seventh poem took me to a wind-still early Sunday morning while slowly and peacefully the first snowflakes of the season fall, soon to cover nature in a white blanket. A very tranquil poem where the calmness not only envelops but also casts out all thoughts of sin.

 

The last one I'm not quite sure of. To me it seems to be about a very uncomfortable sleep, where you keep flooding in and out of consciousness. Not the kind of sleep you wake up from all rested.

 

All three of them beautiful again, young AC.

Thank you, Peter. There's a funny connection of how I learned the word Aisling and the poem. My best friend in college used to like to go downtown with me to Union Station and Saint Louis Centre to shop. We'd mostly concentrate on lunch and browse, but one thing she 'discovered' and had to make a special trip for was light-smelling perfume imported from Ireland. The kiosk was small and out in the open on the second level of the footbridge leading to Famous-Barr. The promotional literature that came with the scent is where I learned what Aisling means, and its connections to spring were perfect for a January writing effort.

I present the poems in the order in which they were written, so I suppose my dreams of spring were interrupted by a snowfall. I lived on the east side of the dorm, and our building was set high up overlooking some sport fields and the woods beyond. It's possible I was looking out my window when this poem was conceived. With one coming up, I know for sure I was inspired by a sight out this window!

On 01/17/2016 02:47 AM, Mikiesboy said:

Thanks to J HunterDunn for saving me from more googling!

Aisling, spring, and brought to life with your words. I could feel the change in the weather, as soft breezes start to warm the frozen earth and trees moan as they start to live again after winter's death.

#7, Well AC the images of a beautiful snow fall almost make me like the thought of winter... but even you can't do that. Seriously though, this was beautiful and i've seen snow like that and it is a beautiful sight.

#8 Here, i'm unsure, this made me feel frustrated and a bit sad. Like you're deserving of something and impatient for it, or wanting something you're not getting ...

So much talent AC, an apprentice on his way to Master.

tim

Thank you, Tim! I like your summary of the spring poem, and yes, the way the trees sound as they are coming out of hibernation is a beautiful one to me.

The snow image was meant to capture some of the silence that a light fall of it can make; that's something special.

As for No. 8, I will have to leave the possible meaning hanging. I do know what it's 'about,' but I won't feel comfortable imposing that reading on the work.

Thanks for your review. I appreciate it.

The Lady of the sweetened air is my favorite of these three. Perhaps it is my predilection for springtime, or maybe I like the easy, simple rhymes. The last lady in the final poem seems more likely to haunt than cheer. I like this grouping, and I thank you for sharing these and all your poems.

On 01/19/2016 10:11 AM, Parker Owens said:

The Lady of the sweetened air is my favorite of these three. Perhaps it is my predilection for springtime, or maybe I like the easy, simple rhymes. The last lady in the final poem seems more likely to haunt than cheer. I like this grouping, and I thank you for sharing these and all your poems.

Thanks, Parker. The spring poem and snow poem and dated less than a week apart, so the weather must have felt like a real setback.

Thank you for another wonderful review!