Sunday, September 2, 2012

Apple Green Vesper

In the spirit of Labor Day, I'm taking the weekend off from prompts to work on a little project, but to keep the site from looking boringly the same, I'm posting a poem I wrote earlier in the week for Flipside Records' word list.


Green Apple

 Apple Green Vesper




Here is my bed
where the apple green sheets
hide a chrysolite heart
where memories desiccate,
clustered in sweetness,
raisin'd from seasons
already gone past
when the world was newborn,
washing the palate
turned bitter as mandrake.
Here is my bed, 
where I find
contentment overwhelmed.

Here hard built answers
fall around my navel
cover my waist with
the crumbled stone dust
of every night 
spent together, 
every dawn broken
on starvation,
rucked in a ravaged wad,
pushing the price of lust higher,
putting the sparse shekels
of old arousal 
to scorn.

I long to climb
a heart of cedar,
make an apple green bed
of full bending boughs,
where escorts of feathers
fall in the song
where life's
willing captive is laden
as the seedhead, emerald
as winter wheat
in a field prepared, 
barren
no more.
~August 2012




Word List:cluster,raisins,escorted,washing,chrysolite,cedar,sweetness,overwhelm,
navel,goblet,waist,wheat,captive,climb,mandrakes,rouse,contentment,shekel,laden,
scorned  Thanks, Flipside.








Image: Green Apple, by Image Editor, on flick'r
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16 comments:

  1. hard built answers
    fall around my navel
    cover my waist with
    the crumbled stone dust
    of every night
    spent together...wow...my fav lines, so descriptive and...
    also really love the last stanza as well as it carries a lot of beauty and hope...and brings back once more the fall...

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    1. Thanks, man. I'm trying to work some hope and change in--hey, someone's got to do it.:P

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  2. I love your use of words! desiccate, rucked, escorts of feathers, seedhead, dawn broken on starvation- forces me to see things anew and feel words anew in my mouth. What a gift.

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    1. Glad you enjoyed. I don;t do word lists often--and I wanted the list words not to stand out, so I just went wild. ;_)

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  3. Lovely echo of Donne for me here - all starting of course from the mandrake - but it fits ,as I can't help thinking of catching a falling star and the general search to hear some singing mermaids - and even well, there's something about that green apple that suggests spring, but also, you know - the fall. All so good - sheckels - can't bargain with time though I'd think a poem as good as this could get you a certain dispensation.

    Good luck on your project. I have written a lot of poetry this weekend endlessly avoiding my work! I did come up with one Tritina I like - of course, I like it compared to what I'm supposed to be doing!!!!

    k.

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  4. I had to warm up to this one, but now that I have, I really like it. I like how you've rhymed the end of each stanza with the other two. But most of all, I can identify so much with the diminishing returns of love over time, but still having that deep desire for the good things one wanted in the first place. Also, Gord is a huge favorite of mine, but I had never heard this particular song. I enjoyed it a lot.

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    1. Thanks, Shay--and glad you enjoyed the Gord. It's a bit hokey, but it's got one of my favorite Lightfoot lines : "If trust was just a simple thing/then trusting I would be/but deep within my soul I know/it's better to be free."

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  5. Beautiful writing, Joy, and the last stanza is especially full of wonderful images. Loved it.

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  6. Layers. A strength in personality. A sweet,sweet side.The navel is erotic. Not in a wierdo sense, I think it's why I'd be ok if my daughter showed up with a belly ring. I love my wife's too. A crazy firggin connection to who know's where. I'm glad I was there. You have wonderful ears. I want to always remember Lightfoot that way. Great post. Thank you.

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    1. It's a solid album, one of my favorites of his that I've worn the vinyl out on almost. AFA the navel--it's how we come into the world and that first moment of being ourselves, on our own--I guess that has some erotic overtones. Also, it's a little dapple of mortality. But I'm not piercing anything of mine, thanks--too big a wuss. ;) Thanks for passing through to read and have a listen Scott--happy weekend to you and yours.

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    2. Right on. You have created a space. I got some work to do. I like your song.

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  7. "The tears I shed were not in shame, the world was in my hands . . ."
    It is hard to remember that in a bed peopled with desiccating memories. Here is my favorite part:
    "I long to climb
    a heart of cedar,
    make an apple green bed
    of full bending boughs,
    where escorts of feathers
    fall in the song . . . "
    What beauty, when the body--so crumbled upon in the last image--gains strength in longing and climbing.

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  8. How beautiful! Green is a favourite colour of mine and I love how you gave it a personality here. I especially loved the rhythm and imagery of the final stanza.

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  9. "I long to climb
    a heart of cedar,
    make an apple green bed
    of full bending boughs"

    The longing in this goes straight to the heart.

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  10. This is tight and musical, with the word list worked in effortlessly. Your closing stanza has such a rising trajectory, lifting the reader. Hope and change are not impossible, I guess. You're closing in on them here. Excellent job, my friend.

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'Poetry is an echo asking a shadow to dance' ~Carl Sandburg