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“…weddings are giant Rorschach tests onto which everyone around you projects their fears, fantasies, and expectations — many of which they’ve been cultivating since the day you were born.”
after Ann’s wedding
yellow, like it highlights the flames of autumn
and sparks cornfields and the California hills,
the oranges and ruddy browns of some cats,
the sunrise at springtime, a harvest moon,
jack-o’-lanterns on Halloween and daffodils
yellow, like her accidental wedding, unplanned
but so perfect, subtle yet somehow spicy nice,
symbol of joy and delight, fourth chakra powers,
way of summer hugs and roses saying goodbye,
honest, you know, not like a silly tale told in white
Originally published in Bay Area Poet Ann Emerson’s online Wedding Album. Ann was married from her hospital bed just two days before she died. A sad but beautiful story. The complete back story and samples of her poetry are HERE.
© 2013, Jamie Dedes, All rights reserved
I wait until I hear a gate latch liftthe turn of key in lock.I sit amongst toys and unwashed clothes,I sit and she fingers the beads until you speakin a voice that no longer seems familiar, only strange.I turn as our child tugs at the string.I hear a snap and a sound like falling rain.The Albatross, Kate Bass, The Pasta Maker
“Jamie, I was touched that you used my poem as a starting point for one of your own. I liked your imagery, particularly the love in the palms of a child, and it is good to see that you touched others too.
“The time when you have young children is a very difficult time in any relationship, however strong it is. This was one of a series I wrote to try and document the complex mixture of emotions: love, hate, despair, hope, frustration and fulfilment, that new parents feel regardless of whether their relationship survives or not.” Kate Bass
WEDNESDAY WRITING PROMPT
As with all human institutions and traditions, weddings and marriages can be very mixed things. Share your poem/s on weddings or marriage in the comments section below or leave a link to it/them.
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PLEASE send the bio ONLY if you are with us on this for the first time AND only if you have posted a poem (or a link to one of yours) on theme in the comments section below.
Deadline: Monday, November 5 by 8 p.m. Pacific.
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ABOUT
Poet and writer, I was once columnist and the associate editor of a regional employment publication. Currently I run this site, The Poet by Day, an information hub for poets and writers. I am the managing editor of The BeZine published by The Bardo Group Beguines (originally The Bardo Group), a virtual arts collective I founded. I am a weekly contributor to Beguine Again, a site showcasing spiritual writers.
My work is featured in a variety of publications and on sites, including: Levure littéraure, Ramingo’s Porch, Vita Brevis Literature,Compass Rose, Connotation Press, The River Journal, The Bar None Group, Salamander Cove, Second Light, I Am Not a Silent Poet, Meta / Phor(e) /Play, and California Woman
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aged wine…
the couple renew
their vows
– Billy Antonio
Laoac, Pangasinan, Philippines
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Hello there! This prompt brought many thoughts and words to my head, but these are the ones that stuck. Thank you for getting the words churning!
https://iidorun.wordpress.com/2018/11/05/marriage-bound-a-cascade-poem/
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Please and thank you!
At Sea
He’d be my anchor
to hold me steady
He’d be my rudder
when I was ready
to be steered
and grasped
for journey’s maps
it sounded safer
to have such care
for when in life
I had been scared
of life, of me
looking past
the shorelines vast
but years stretched
the anchor weighed
life down and rudder
circled / stayed
in place, close in
to that land
of crystal sand
the winds were strong
to fuel the past
I cut the rope
on sail at last
no longer held
by ancient dreams
new horizons gleam
I can never know
what would have been
or even now will be
but let it in
my own accord
a path ahead
explore unled
Night is coming
undenied
and I am crossed
to the other side
through opened door
my skiff and me
unmoored and free.
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TANDEM: A word that only lovers
understand.
MARRIAGE: A state where tandem
should be true.
DESIRE: A thing that marriage
should but will.
Would that tandem were the way,
And put marriages at bay,
Let Lovers have their say……….
-J.E.Goldie-
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..cypher spoken clear..
passed over by accident, the
thing occured naturally,
without clerics. without beatitude.
given by friendship, yet
piety slowly eroded.
they come now with learning,
holding large words, a different language.
the charm now gone,
perhaps they did not need it any more.
once again, it is said, that,
they speak latin. made
the word bleed.
sbm.
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.once in france.
he sat on the step in the heat, I, sickly dozed under the damson tree. lizards flicked. while in the village below this hill music played. a wedding.
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..spoon..
it is an ancient place,
oswald’s tree, the floor
bends, polished wood.
there was a wedding yesterday,
all kilted, the groom ate pie,
wore proper shoes with segs.
she showed me a cabinet, a spoon,
hand forged, old, beaten for sale.
i was travelling, a pretty
place, not good enough for some.
the bottle is crooked,
we left it
so.
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Thanks Jamie
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veil required
the groom-to-be
would just not be
dissuaded:
he had to have
a bride who had
a veil.
and thus and sewn
a veil was grown;
it shaded
his beauty’s face
her Wordless Grace
so pale.
all words were said.
she raised her head
he lifted
the nylon net
revealing
radiant
joy.
their loops arrived,
and, uncontrived
and gifted,
that mellow Kiss–
that This–
was Girl
and
Boy.
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