from the shadow of the moon, a poem …and your Wednesday Writing Prompt

My apologies.  When I logged in this a.m. I saw that I accidentally scheduled two prompts today.  I’m leaving them both up since poets have started responding.  😦  At any rate, if you want to participate – and I hope you do – please feel free to do so for both if so inclined.  Thank you! 

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like lucid dreaming, like light-infused rain drops  and
the untarnished silver stars above country terrain,
my mother calls to me from the shadow of the moon
my father beams his smile at me from the milky way
gone and gone, still their essence scents my nights

©2013, poem and photograph, Jamie Dedes, All rights reserved


WEDNESDAY WRITING PROMPT

Have there been people in your life that you don’t loose no matter what? Perhaps people like parents who are so much a part of you, you seem to sense their presence even after they have died.  How good is that? Or, maybe you don’t think it is. Tell us about it in poem or prose.  If you feel comfortable, put the link to the piece in the comments section below … or, if it’s short enough, you can just share the piece there.  Work shared will be featured on The Poet by Day next Tuesday.


The recommended read for this week is A Little Book on Form: An Exploration into Formal Imagination of Poetry by Robert Hass (b. 1941), an American poet who was our Poet Laureate of the United States from 1995 to 1997. He won the 2007 National Book Awardand shared the 2008 Pulitzer Prize for the collection Time and Materials: Poems 1997-2005. In 2014 he was awarded the Wallace Stevens Award from the Academy of American Poets.

In A Little Book on Form: An Exploration into Formal Imagination of Poetry Hass brings to bear the same senisbility that marks his poetry with force, clarity and eloquence. From Rome in the time of Caesar to the Renaissance and our own times, Hass breaks down poetry, examining its components from a postmodern perspective. The book is ranging and intense. It’s over four-hundred pages – informed, witty, erudite – something we can go back to again and again.  Never a boring moment. It’s all about love.


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15 thoughts on “from the shadow of the moon, a poem …and your Wednesday Writing Prompt

  1. [Even as I know that you prefer poems be not of rhyme 😉]

    Friendship

    beacon
    anchor
    mirror
    prop
    my “you can do it”
    and my trusted counsel: “stop!”

    mi casa es su casa
    as like family, you know you are

    we share
    we dare
    we fight
    we cry
    we laugh
    we scamp
    we stride into the world
    as lamps

    and, whether it’s together
    or by miles apart
    always
    the love of friendship is
    a gift of courage
    to the mind and in the heart
    https://julijuxtaposed.wordpress.com/2014/08/18/friendship/

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  2. Thanks Jamie. Here is the result of this writing prompt.

    . haunted .

    a meditation on thread,

    mediation of red, i dream

    of you.

    clearly your clothes remain

    the same, worn, washed,

    pressed.

    your ideas come different, you

    talk of immersion,

    and security, nothing was

    further from my mind.

    the moon came early

    a different window.

    this does not mean i

    have time,

    i will be sewing.

    i have made notes and numbers,

    pinned it to the wall.

    sbm.

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  3. Here is my response to today’s prompt, Jamie:

    My Late Mam Still Spring Clean

    “I couldn’t live at your mam’s
    It’s like a show house. Spotless.”
    One of my girlfriends says.

    And the gusts over mam’s grave,
    brush the winter debris away,

    quick sprays of spring rain
    coat her surface as dead leaf

    and blown bud dusters polish
    the Yorkshire stone black letters

    to a shine, feed the vase of flowers
    whose heads move towards the sun.

    Paul Brookes

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