Happiness perhaps

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As long as there is a sky

speckled with stars

a tree its boughs heavy with birds

and their unconscious unpretentious music

air sharp or warm

where song is woven in its misty threads

I will have a kind of peace.

 

We search amid the trash

like blackbirds kicking over dead leaves

for the elusive many-faced glazed-eyed

bird of happiness. Why bird?

Because we are too slow to recognise it

until it has gone in a flash of colours

we can never afterwards describe.

 

As long as there are deer poised in dappled shade

and orioles and owls flute never pausing

like the running stream the distant tides

As long as there is the love of mothers for their young ones,

I will be satisfied

that this is as close to happiness

as the human heart can bear.

From fish to frogs

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This streaming sky,

dark as a concrete river

clouded with dim-seen fish dips low,

an ocean of marble,

veined with lightning streaks.

Listen to its secrets booming loud,

though no one hears.

 

The long, slow night flows,

feeding tree roots with silence,

breathing moisture into leaf mould,

waves washed against trunks—

sentinels.

Their voices are there,

put your ear close to the heart and listen.

 

Perhaps later,

with the sun in our eyes

and the liquid joy of over-spilling ditches

bright with frogs

and bending boughs dripping with birdsong,

we will hear the clamour of life,

the plea to live and let live.

Sept poetry challenge: Hands, the entries

Last week I threw out a challenge to write a sept poem on the theme of hands and using the detail from the Arnolfini portait as inspiration.
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Here are the poems you sent in, a string of pearls.

First and second, nicely balanced pieces, came from Kris the Bard

Life
Begins
All too soon
We grow older
Childhood hope
Is long
Gone


Joy
Beauty
Passion
Intangible
Evidence
Describes
Love

Next a lovely inspirational poem from Ali Isaac

Walk
Take my
Hand and go
I’ll be your guide
Your support
Be brave
Walk

Then Harriet Goodchild’s beautiful verse

Two
Hands trace
Patterns slow
Love’s sweet embrace
Touches flow
In grace
New

Rivrvlogr has given his philosophical sept a title: Offering

faith
offered
accepted
no exceptions
willingly
embraced
love

https://rivrvlogr.wordpress.com/2015/10/16/offering/

To read Peter Bouchier’s poem: Clap, just nip over to his blog.
https://peterbouchier.wordpress.com/english-essays-and-poems-2/clap-sept/

Elusive Trope, the instigator of all this sent this moving and erudite poem.

TRUST

hands
joining
gesture: fides
manulalis
the business
husband
wife

Next one, defiant and emphatic, is from Manpreet

My
Heart holds
Tight what my
Hands fail to. I
Tonight fight
For my
Dreams.

The Secret Keeper has gone into this challenge with all guns blazing and a set of three poems.
http://thesecretkeeper.net/2015/10/18/poetry-challenge-sept-hands/

Kat Myrman also produced a trilogy
https://kmmyrman.wordpress.com/2015/10/18/a-trilogy-of-septs/

And TJParis added this little gem before the list closed.

Clasp
My Hand
My true love
And in my palm
You will find
My heart
There

Thank you all for joining in the fun of trying out this form which is certainly new to me. They are all splendid little poems, so bravo everybody.
Tomorrow I will post a new theme, so if you fancy having another go at a Sept poem, don’t miss it!

Seven line poem

This poem was sent in by E.P. Verbeek. It isn’t a Sept in sensu stricto, but it’s a lovely seven-liner, all the more special because it’s written in a language not Edwin’s mother tongue, and he doesn’t even claim to be a poet. His passion is photography as you will see if you visit his blog.

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My Hands touch your skin softly,

They work for you,

And even so,

They fight for you.

My Hands holding yours

For giving you love,

Forever!

Poetry challenge: Sept

This is a challenge I am throwing out to all and sundry. The sept, I learned from Doug, the Elusive Trope, is a poetry form of seven lines following the syllable pattern of 1-2-3-4-3-2-1. It isn’t as tricky as it sounds so do please have a go.

The theme is hands, with the van Eyck detail as a prompt if you like.

Jan_van_Eyck_003This is my attempt. Post yours in the comments or if you post it on your blog, as a link. Get creating!

Hands

unclasp

love fading

my misfortune

misplaced hope

bruised heart

weeps.