Occasional Poetry - 72. Morning and Evening

Morning immediately screamed madrigal at me.. no idea why. 

Evening was snuggled up in bed with the one you love. 

loved them both Parker.. xoxxo

24 minutes ago, Mikiesboy said:

Morning immediately screamed madrigal at me.. no idea why. 

 

Evening was snuggled up in bed with the one you love. 

 

loved them both Parker.. xoxxo

Morning mixes meters, as composers often did in the sixteenth century. I hoped that experiment worked out. Your image in Evening is exactly what I had in mind; a perfect kind of snuggle. Thank you for reading these!

23 minutes ago, Valkyrie said:

  You brought tears to my eyes, Parker.  These are so powerful and beautiful.  After my grandma passed, a bright yellow chickadee visited my aunt's living room window repeatedly.  It would play with my nieces and nephews...flit from one window to the next in a game of hide and seek.  It was quite amazing to watch.  It returned every spring for a couple of years.  Not sure if it still does.  We always said it was my grandma keeping an eye on things.  

I am glad you thought these beautiful. Renga all by oneself is tougher than I thought. Your story about the bird is apt. There is a wood thrush singing in the forest behind the house - unusual, because I haven't heard one all summer. But if these brought tears, at least I hope they were good ones. Thanks for reading!

They both need setting to music. Like tim, the first poem just feels like a madrigal, with just a brief excuse for some plangent melancholy. For some reason, the second immediately suggested the songs of Peter Warlock. I think it is the sleep motif. However, unlike Warlock's sometimes disturbing songs, this lyric is replete with contentment, love, and the comfort of being back with your belovéd.

12 minutes ago, northie said:

They both need setting to music. Like tim, the first poem just feels like a madrigal, with just a brief excuse for some plangent melancholy. For some reason, the second immediately suggested the songs of Peter Warlock. I think it is the sleep motif. However, unlike Warlock's sometimes disturbing songs, this lyric is replete with contentment, love, and the comfort of being back with your belovéd.

Perhaps Morning needs a lute? How interesting that you make the Warlock connection. Evening certainly seemed the more medical of the two poems here. Being cradled and cuddled by one you love is undoubtedly one of the greatest gifts life can bestow. Thank you for your really interesting thoughts.

Your poems never fail to enliven me. Two very exceptional poems Parker. 

Well done! 

It seems that Morning sings simlialarly to several of us. I read it then read it again aloud for it put me immediately in mind of the songs sung at Renfaire. And spoken it skips most merry off the tongue.

Now Evening speaks of different things ... for I hear the whispered farewell of a child to one passing beyond the veil. It makes me pine for my grandmother. For that I thank you. Namasté.

29 minutes ago, Defiance19 said:

Your poems never fail to enliven me. Two very exceptional poems Parker. 

Well done! 

Thank you, Def. that's awfully nice of you. 

11 minutes ago, dughlas said:

It seems that Morning sings simlialarly to several of us. I read it then read it again aloud for it put me immediately in mind of the songs sung at Renfaire. And spoken it skips most merry off the tongue.

 

Now Evening speaks of different things ... for I hear the whispered farewell of a child to one passing beyond the veil. It makes me pine for my grandmother. For that I thank you. Namasté.

Thank you for this, Dugh. Morning was meant to skip, to dance. Glad you spoke it aloud. I had to do that several times to get it to scan right. Evening could be song or poem, I hope. And while it is a snuggle, it is also a farewell, as you noted. You are so kind to comment. 

I want to take a moment  to talk about how ethereal the rhyme in the first one is. It's a Renga with an English rhyming scheme. And it looks and feels and sounds perfectly English yet in essence it hides its obvious Asian technique. I am aware of the hard emotions behind the words but how elegantly they are expressed is beyond simple comprehension. This poem should be a study in technique in poetry classes. The hardest theme to tackle is simplicity. I bow to you, Master.

Both are absolute delights.

8 minutes ago, asamvav111 said:

I want to take a moment  to talk about how ethereal the rhyme in the first one is. It's a Renga with an English rhyming scheme. And it looks and feels and sounds perfectly English yet in essence it hides its obvious Asian technique. I am aware of the hard emotions behind the words but how elegantly they are expressed is beyond simple comprehension. This poem should be a study in technique in poetry classes. The hardest theme to tackle is simplicity. I bow to you, Master.

 

Both are absolute delights.

You liked the Renga, then?  I found the rhyme and connected themes to be irresistible. I hope they worked out. Your words make me blush; Morning  was just pure fun to write. Evening sounded the more musical to my ear; I actually had an old folk tune going in my head as I wrote it. Thank you so much for your very kind and generous remarks. My head is completely turned!

The first one... Morning... stunning... a happy day spent with a lover... exquisitely crafted with few words....

Evening made me think of my mom... please don't leave me... but I've been doing that a lot lately... I can still remember her telling me stories when nightmares made their nightly arrival... even now, what I wouldn't give to fall asleep wrapped in her soothing embrace... thank you, my friend... xo

Parker, no matter the content. I'm always drawn to your poetry. You write with honesty, eloquence, and beauty to the words. 

16 hours ago, Headstall said:

The first one... Morning... stunning... a happy day spent with a lover... exquisitely crafted with few words....

 

Evening made me think of my mom... please don't leave me... but I've been doing that a lot lately... I can still remember her telling me stories when nightmares made their nightly arrival... even now, what I wouldn't give to fall asleep wrapped in her soothing embrace... thank you, my friend... xo

Morning is a dance to love, as you noted. Perhaps more exuberant than is often my style, but I am glad you like it. Evening remembers and wishes. Your memories are like mine, and it was meant to wrap them together. 

Many thanks for reading and commenting. 

9 hours ago, BlindAmbition said:

Parker, no matter the content. I'm always drawn to your poetry. You write with honesty, eloquence, and beauty to the words. 

Thank you. You make this old face blush. I am glad you liked these. 

6 minutes ago, Parker Owens said:

 

Thank you. You make this old face blush. I am glad you liked these. 

You are only a few years older, I know we're not old! 🤗