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Poetry posted in this category are works of fiction. Names, places, characters, events, and incidents are created by the authors' imaginations or are used fictitiously. Any resemblances to actual persons (living or dead), organizations, companies, events, or locales are entirely coincidental.
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Thirty Daze in April - 3. April 15 through April 21

The third week: as with the rest, any errors or problems are entirely my own doing.

April 15

 

The world is full of melody,

the brook, the bird and bumblebee,

the poplar creaking on the wind

that groans in perfect harmony.

  

Each sings a tune none can rescind:

the wolf that howled, the goose that dinned

the marshland or the reedy lake

cannot be silenced or chagrined.

 

Fall rains which thrum when I awake

keep time with every step I take

through puddles like the cymbals’ clash,

till warmth gives way to ice and flake.

 

Great ocean rollers roar and thrash,

then croon to sands which they abash;

love’s chorus in cacophony -

though you may think this balderdash.

 

 

April 16

 

Of what substance are you made, O my soul, O my soul;

Of what fabric and what shade, O my soul?

Braided fair and woven fine,

found in patterns wholly thine,

and upon the body laid, O my soul.

 

And of what yarn did you weave, O my soul, O my soul;

Of what thread did you conceive, O my soul?

Twisted silk and linen new,

golden skeins known to but few,

blended to your fears relieve, O my soul.

 

But my eyes don’t see it thus, O my soul, O my soul;

Only crude twine treasonous, O my soul.

You must look as others do,

not with mirrors all askew,

but with love harmonious, O my soul.

 

 

April 17

 

Of all the vegetables I may grow

that prosper in the ground,

amongst the seeds that the hand will sow

Tomatoes wear the crown.

They have their infinite multitude

of type and cultivar

from long, determinate Romas rude

to heirloom whites, bizarre.

Now one may argue the melon’s case,

such is their great demand,

or peppers possibly may misplace

one’s thinking on the land;

but give me Brandywines warmed by sun

in August, for my meal

and heirloom cherry tomatoes, fun,

which grow with untold zeal;

The Kellogg’s orange skinned giant orbs

September’s breakfasts make,

Their juice my sourdough bread absorbs

would sweeten any cake.

Take your asparagus, it’s quite fine,

and beans and parsnips, too;

but I’ll take Cherokees from the vine

and leave a few for you.


 

April 18

 

April sings

of robins bouncing on green lawns,

of fishermen with day-old beards hip deep in icy creeks

and tiny daffodils blazing yellow-gold in grass that hasn’t yet caught up;

Her voice recalls

scents of warm earth,

old furrows, uncovered gardens

and open water;

She sways

to the rhythm of the sapsucker’s drumming on cottonwoods,

the hiss and patter of raindrops on the roof,

and the staccato playing of the John Deere up the hill;

April’s tune

has no final cadence

as with November’s first snowfall,

but blends itself into May’s fresh green leaves,

Memorial Day lilacs

and June’s tang of sun and sweat.


 

April 19

 

Beforehand

he kissed me at the door

and led me to that bright sunlit room

where with mutual breathless exhilaration

he unveiled me, button by button,

speaking naked truths on

our bare skin.

 

Afterwards,

he held me in the hush;

in the room’s sudden sated stillness

warm breath and dazed kisses on my neck and shoulder

bound me closer and tighter to him

than all our explosive

ecstasy.


 

April 20

 

Bees buzz,

such lilliputian insects

procuring sugars complex

attired in yellow-black checks

facilitating plant sex.

 

Buzz biz,

they trip the light fantastic

in motions quite stochastic

appearing most gymnastic

relaying food thoughts drastic.

 

Biz bros,

relations in gazillions

the offspring of cotillions

the queen held with civilians

who rode with her as pillions.



 

April 21

 

I believe

that we are made for love;

to bless and to receive great blessing,

and mend a fractured heart or sustain weary friends

with strong arms and spirits that embrace;

to breathe compassion and

wake to joy.

If you feel moved to set down a comment or critique, I would be enormously grateful. Rants and raves are both welcome.
Copyright © 2019 Parker Owens; All Rights Reserved.
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Poetry posted in this category are works of fiction. Names, places, characters, events, and incidents are created by the authors' imaginations or are used fictitiously. Any resemblances to actual persons (living or dead), organizations, companies, events, or locales are entirely coincidental.
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#15 - definitely not balderdash :)

#16 has the feel of old school poets.  We don't tend to see ourselves as others do, but it's good to see the positive.  :hug: 

#17 makes me want to visit your garden :) 

#18 describes April perfectly :)

#19 *fans self* 

#20 :rofl:  

#21 :hug:  :wub: 

I love seeing our different take on the prompts.  Well done, as always. :) 

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1 hour ago, Valkyrie said:

#15 - definitely not balderdash :)

#16 has the feel of old school poets.  We don't tend to see ourselves as others do, but it's good to see the positive.  :hug: 

#17 makes me want to visit your garden :) 

#18 describes April perfectly :)

#19 *fans self* 

#20 :rofl:  

#21 :hug:  :wub: 

I love seeing our different take on the prompts.  Well done, as always. :) 

Thanks very much for reading these. I really appreciate knowing your reactions. Some came easily, others not so much. Number 16 owes its repetitive line to an old hymn, but the questions and responses are mine. 

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More examples to prove you are a consummate poet, a weaver of words with an understanding of the world you live in. You paint beautiful pictures, evoke stirring memories, and open your vast heart and old soul for all to see. What more could I ask for than to be lifted up, amused, cared for, and share this connection to nature you most certainly have. I am your faithful fan, Parker. :) 

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2 hours ago, Headstall said:

More examples to prove you are a consummate poet, a weaver of words with an understanding of the world you live in. You paint beautiful pictures, evoke stirring memories, and open your vast heart and old soul for all to see. What more could I ask for than to be lifted up, amused, cared for, and share this connection to nature you most certainly have. I am your faithful fan, Parker. :) 

You are very kind in your response to these, Gary. I’m glad you liked them and happy they continue to strike a chord with you. It’s awesome these lift up, amuse and offer you a sense of care. 

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I salute you for this. Chapeau!

April 15 a sinfonia in my head; April 16 A poets's soul

April 17 Speaking of souls, the tomato - concentrated sun- the soul of many dishes

April 18 that's her

April 19 lazy smile; April 20 quite a family enterprise the buzz biz, thanks for giving the biologist sugar 

April 21 see first line

 

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2 hours ago, aditus said:

I salute you for this. Chapeau!

April 15 a sinfonia in my head; April 16 A poets's soul

April 17 Speaking of souls, the tomato - concentrated sun- the soul of many dishes

April 18 that's her

April 19 lazy smile; April 20 quite a family enterprise the buzz biz, thanks for giving the biologist sugar 

April 21 see first line

 

Adi, I’m enormously grateful you read these. I really appreciate your taking time to respond to them. The bee poem turned out to be a favorite of mine. I’m so glad you liked that one, too. 

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It is difficult to pick a favourite from such a diverse crop.  ;)  April 16 immediately put me in mind of a folksong; something maybe V-W or Holst would further set to music. Your verses in praise of the tomato made me smile. You so often elevate and raise a paean to simple things - to me, that is one of the signatures of your poetry.  And who couldn't like the bizz of the buzzing bees?  🐝  Thank you for these.  :) 

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20 hours ago, northie said:

It is difficult to pick a favourite from such a diverse crop.  ;)  April 16 immediately put me in mind of a folksong; something maybe V-W or Holst would further set to music. Your verses in praise of the tomato made me smile. You so often elevate and raise a paean to simple things - to me, that is one of the signatures of your poetry.  And who couldn't like the bizz of the buzzing bees?  🐝  Thank you for these.  :) 

April 16 actually has an old Appalachian hymn as its inspiration. I’m glad you picked up on that. Those tomatoes are my height now, reaching for the sun. 

Thanks so much for reading these and for your thoughts. 

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