Friday, December 22, 2017

Friday 55 Comprehensive Holiday Edition

It's that season, dear readers, when everybody is rushing and pressed for time, so I am offering poetic dispensation to any and all of you who may not have the leisure or the inspiration to construct a 55 for the next few weeks. As always there are no rules other than the word count, so please feel free to participate or not as you see fit, and please bear with me as well, as I may not always be available or online myself.

That said, this single post will remain active for Friday December 22nd 2017, Friday December 29th, and Friday January 5th 2018 with comment moderation off so everyone can come by when they can--be patient however, since as I said above, I will not always be around, especially the week following  New Year's Day.

That said, a very happy Yule season to all, and a deep thanks to all of you who make this Friday journey so memorable. Have a kickass holiday, and let's all hope for at least a saner New Year.



I have written two 55's for this combined edition...




Ruins

"...I have let time pass, which..helps more than reasoning.”
~Queen Elizabeth I


I.

I wake in the night
thinking of ruins;
not the makers
but their leavings: fort,
church, graveyard,
house, each
with no tomorrow of its own, yet
a casket full
of glass for magpies,
scroungers' stones,
writers' plots,
lovers' verses, shadow beds
for weary ghosts

and so must be content
to watch the walls fall down.
 


II.


These rainy ruins
where ravens ride wrinkled sky
where nightfall black-backs silver-mirror moons
however weak you are,
you can stroll forever, 
muscular past for a walking-stick,
hear a hundred private jokes
the ghosts still tell/will tell
to you or the next one

for nothing's
as constant as a ghost
or more hopeful
than a ruin.



~December 2017













Optional Folky Musical Accompaniment








Images: Carpathian castle ruins, author unknown, via internet. Fair use.
Hope From The Ruins, ©Joshua Smith,  All Rights Reserved. Fair use.

58 comments:

  1. This is so beautifully deep! I like the image of the raven riding the wrinkled sky and can't help wondering that maybe we are about to be given a lesson in using time wisely. I will hold this verse close as I ponder; "for nothing's as constant as a ghost or more hopeful than a ruin."

    Happy Holidays!❤️ Here's my 55 ❄️⛄️

    https://wp.me/p5QHkk-2RQ

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  2. Blue ruins for a blue Christmas, proof of that drink we used to call a Blue Jesus -- burning schnapps of some awful vintage ... But blue is fainter here, maybe brighter. The two poems seem closest to either side of the hedge in the final image, two spells for lingering there, first on the far side, where ruins are still convivial places alive with the dead and dreadful and dark imagination, the second on the near side just walking through the clearing in the hedge, a place "where you can stroll forever" and ruins are runes of what was always true in the heart. A fine pairing, Hedge, bright enough for my Yule.

    My 55 exceeds so it can drain enough from feisty Republican drinking-horn of muck mead we are now forced to quaff -- https://blueoran.wordpress.com/2017/12/22/the-tax-bill-passes/

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    1. Ha! What a freakin year--I've had a few bad ones this decade, but this one frosts the cookie. Thanks for your generous and as always, insightful response to these little scratches in the dark--best of yules your way.

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  3. Oddly enough I was listening to Led Zeppelin's "Immigrant Song" as I read and the lyric fed well into these. We are making more ruins as we go and by God I hope when the ghosts talk to my grandchildren they are at least funny jokes.

    I am participating this week--took me almost 5 weeks to just get the words out.

    TWM

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    1. Glad you could make it--and a scalpel job with that 55.

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  4. I won't be able to participate right now, dearie, k? I *will* come back later and read your poem and hear the song, though. And...have a kick-ass weekend, won't you please? ;-)

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    1. Dear Shay, as a catlick girl, you have extra special dispensation on top of the holiday one I am offering everyone--play when you can, and please take care of your beautiful self.

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    2. *stamps her feet like Veruca Salt* I want a Fireblossom poem noooooooooow!

      OK, I guess I'll be good and wait.

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  5. we forget, don't we, that we live in history - especially now in the fractional second attention span. but real walls are being built to house the dissenters, and poverty is stalking us to ruin. did you see that AG Sessions abandoned rules to *not* ruinously penalize poor people, when judges decide sentences? more walls. more people inside them, unable to leave.

    those clamoring for an end. will get it. fools, we all.

    you illumine what will come after - reminds me, somehow, of Tintagel, and Arthurian legend. not that the orange one is the king! but that sense of fate.

    i also wrote two. work will keep me busy for a few weeks, so may be quiet for a while.

    vowels

    coruscate

    have a kick-ass yule, Hedge ~

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    1. Thanks,that's exactly the feeling I had in the cold dawn writing these. No worries on playing if life intervenes--that's the cardinal no-rule of all the no-rules. ;)and the same to you afa the kickassness.

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  6. I think I would very much like to hear the sort of jokes ghosts tell. Their humor might match my own. Here is my very non-holiday oriented offering (well, I suppose it can kinda sorta be a holiday thing if you associate holidays with a baby - because how else to babies get made?) http://kestrilsrhythmsandgroove.blogspot.com/2017/12/even-sky.html

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    1. Whooo....off to take a cold shower. ;_) Loved this Rommy, and thanks for playing.

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  7. I feel the ruins every day... the way history seems to have it way of reshaping itself. Sometimes I wonder it some of the walls actually comes up during the night instead of crumbling... maybe we should ruins just be ruins...

    Wrote something very rare for me... a Christmas poem .

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  8. I am at hospital with my husband and have been for several days. I went over to 59 words...mea culpa. This is us now and how we are feeling. I wrote this last night. https://kanzensakura.wordpress.com/2017/12/23/almost-christmas/

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    1. Thank you for sharing this--I can feel it in my bones.

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    1. Angie, I can't make you link work--it says your blog has been removed. I am so sorry if you have had to do that, and regret not being here earlier to get to your 55--yesterday was crazy. I hope you are okay, and best of holiday wishes to you.

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    2. No worries. I’m back at WP. Ah well. Have a blessed Christmas

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  10. I've no idea why the title has made me giggle so much, but it has. Here is my bit for this week:

    http://magalyguerrero.com/if-you-forget-me-i-will/

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  11. Of Part I: I love the mixture of despair and hope--things are rotting, falling to pieces, being unmade... But their bones can be the skeleton under the flesh of new stories. There is, indeed, some contentment in that. And on these days of breaking and taking and tearing apart, "content" goes a long way.

    I hope the Holiday Season is being gentle to your and yours, my dear Joy.

    I shall be back to seconds...

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    1. It's been a good holiday for us, all together for maybe the last time--as every time can be, of course, for no one knows which ones will turn out to be the last...and made all the better by poetry like yours. Thanks for playing,dear Magaly,and thanks for getting my drift on the whole ruins thing.

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  12. Your first piece made a huge impression on me: the ruins, the stories, the passing of something into nothing, and the second provides and insightful contrast to the first.

    My thanks, Joy, for sharing your unique voice with us this year, and for providing us with the opportunity to share on your site.

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    1. Thank you, Kerry. Your words, and your appreciation warm my heart, and it's very cold right now here. Thank you also for all you have said and done over the years to support my writing, and that of so many others. Best of holiday seasons to you.

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  13. Glad I came back to read your poems and hear the cool song. Forgib if I am too fuzzled to write a good comment, but know I loved them.

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  14. I have written you something (and you too Rommy!), but I could not get the link at the bottom to work right cos my brain is fried. I sowwy about that.

    http://fireblossom-wordgarden.blogspot.com/2017/12/salute-magpie.html

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    1. Works just fine, so no sorriness necessary--and thank you for going above and beyond with this one, dear friend.

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  15. 2017, what a damn year...I hope 2018 will not carry more of its curse...optimism is weak.
    Your first poem is such a visual for how I feel. I walk the ruins of our failed nation and dumpster dive for inspiration. In your second poem the ending says it all for me. "for nothing's as constant as a ghost or more hopeful than a ruin."

    I also wrote two. https://blackinkhowl.blogspot.com/2017/12/friday-55-december-2017.html

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    1. These are just chilling, cold steel against the throat of our hostage dreams...so glad you managed to find the time, and the genius, to compose them. Best hopes to you and yours for a better New Year.

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  16. My original post seems to have totally not mentioned this current Friday, December 29th, so I have corrected that, and encourage anyone who wishes to participate here on this thread. Happiest of New Years to all.

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  17. Absolutely love Ruins. I've spent a lot of time this winter break doing genealogy. I love that link to the past.

    Mine is HERE.

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    1. And I know that didn't make a lot of sense, but I come from a long line of poets who have left me treasures. ;-)

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    2. Genealogy is fascinating, and I love that you think of it as excavating the ruins for the shiny bits. Thanks for playing, Teresa.

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  18. harvest

    my final 55 - of the year, and longer.

    Thanks, Joy, for everything.

    Peace ~

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  19. And my second bit: http://magalyguerrero.com/no-riddles-here/.

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  20. Again? Yes I got another one out TWM

    I have some glimmer of unreasonable hope in the year ahead. Must be my age creeping up on me. Be Well Joy, you and all them you care for.

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  21. Another 55, about the one that got away: https://blueoran.wordpress.com/2017/12/29/glitch/

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  22. Of Part II: I'm extremely glad that I read the two parts separately, finding hope in the conclusion gave me a sort of... joy boost. I love finding my feelings in your poetry, seeing that I'm not alone in thinking that endings are beginnings waiting to become. Destruction and decay can hole a heart, but they also create space for something new... that could be just wonderful.

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  23. Whew...two in a month. Perhaps writing will become a thing for me again....But not a resolution....
    https://awakenedwords.wordpress.com/2017/12/29/i-resolve-not-a-damn-thing/

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    1. Oh, and greatly enjoyed your pieces, especially the first. Very nice.

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    2. Thanks Mark, and good to see you here. I wish more of us shared the point of view in your 55.

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  24. I've been under a bit of duress these last two weeks, and regret not joining in or reading all the poems I would have liked to. I will catch up slowly.

    However, I cannot miss the opportunity to thank you for your continued voice, wisdom, and kindness. You have welcomed me on many a weary day this year, and I am eternally grateful. These are difficult times, for all, but this convocation of minds and hearts make the journey bearable.

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    1. Thank you Kerry. As I said above, the gratitude and appreciation extend in both directions--your clear and lucent voice has been a guide and a support for me (and many others)as well, and the burdens of age and time are lightened by walking this shared road paved with words. May the New Year bring us all a measure of peace, and some hope at the bottom of the cup.

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  25. Thank you once again, Hedgeie. Happy New Year to you. As Colonel Potter said, "Here's the the new year, may she be a damn sight better than the old one..."
    Thought your 110 was brilliant.

    https://othermary.wordpress.com/2017/12/31/turned/

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    1. Thank you, Mary, and thank you for being a part of this from day one, both here and with the G-man. Let's indeed hope for a better year--I don't want to think about a worse one.

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  26. Found the meme on one the blogs I was visiting and thought I'd give it a try
    https://itradlos.blogspot.de/2017/12/heading-home.html
    Will be around to read what some of the others have written as well

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  27. Hey Hey and Happy New Year to you
    And spot on with the ghosts and ruins...
    My offering this day is up, enjoy the weekend *smiles*

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    1. Thanks for the good wishes, and the 55. Here is a direct link for those who want to visit:

      http://gsp-shadow.blogspot.com/2018/01/55-universe-in-your-eyes.html

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  28. I pray all is getting to a less restrictive space in your being Joy. I have EMBRACED two this week.

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    1. Thanks, Mark--things are mostly in total chaos and tumult, but I have had a lot of peace in my life, and hope to again, so I won't complain. Thanks for playing on this cold cold morning.

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  29. Kickass 1/5 to all, and to Hedgewitch an especially long arm of toasty New Year's fire. Your gift enkindles us all. Keep da faith--if only in the laughter.

    https://blueoran.wordpress.com/2018/01/05/whalefall/

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    1. Thanks for the generous words B, and the fire, which is most welcome in a weird cold snap we're having--weather is very Chicago-ish, minus the snow--and in the heart, more Antarctic-ish. But there is a Spring somewhere waiting, if we survive. Thanks for adding your own flame to the winterlight.

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  30. I hope all is well with you, my dear lady. Here is my bit of "Heart and Wit" for this week:

    http://magalyguerrero.com/heart-and-wit/

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    1. Magaly, you would find the princess moment in a can of peas, I swear. I just loved this. Thanks for playing, and for always telling it like it is.

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  31. Here is my intriguing well-penned prose (not.)

    http://fireblossom-wordgarden.blogspot.com/2018/01/pumpkin.html

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    1. Thanks for finding the strinth to play while doing your own prompt, Shay--and to play like a virtuoso in the form--I can almost hear Galen letting out a huge snort from here at the 'finding' line. I know I certainly did. If Pumpkin ever needs a home, let me know.

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  32. Thanks everyone, for finding time to play the 55 during the crazy season. I'm shutting the post down now, but there will be another Friday coming soon.

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