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Saturday Mix – Lucky Dip, 16 December 2017
Write a Holiday Pantoum
Wishing On A Star
Fir tree is decorated with a star
Green branches laden with glowing tinsel
Cookies are on a special plate
Now we are waiting for Santa
Green branches laden with glowing tinsel
No shiny packages yet to be found
Now we are waiting for Santa
Hoping our wishes will come true
No shiny packages yet to be found
Cookies are on a special plate
Hoping our wishes will come true
Fir tree is decorated with a star
At B&Ps Shadorma and Beyond we are finding inspiration in the words of Bob Dylan.
I’ve taken mine from All Along the Watchtower.
Waiting
I’m watching,
waiting for the truth
listening
for sweet songs
telling the stories of peace
that will heal our wounds
Welcome back to Bastet!
This week at B&Ps Shadorma and Beyond we’re taking our inspiration from Autumn Rain by D. H. Lawrence.
Autumn Rain
The plane leaves
fall black and wet
on the lawn;
the cloud sheaves
in heaven’s fields set
droop and are drawn
in falling seeds of rain;
the seed of heaven
on my face
falling — I hear again
like echoes even
that softly pace
heaven’s muffled floor,
the winds that tread
out all the grain
of tears, the store
harvested
in the sheaves of pain
caught up aloft:
the sheaves of dead
men that are slain
now winnowed soft
on the floor of heaven;
manna invisible
of all the pain
here to us given;
finely divisible
falling as rain.
D. H. Lawrence
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it was fall
I sat quietly
with my grief
beside me
brown leaves covered the ground
and I mourned each one
© cgk 2016
arms outstretched
faces turned upward
moonlight shines
as we laugh
monsters hiding in the dark
shrink and fade away
© cgk 2016
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At B&Ps Shadorma and Beyond we’re getting our inspiration from the following poem
by Zeki Majed
Dancing in the Olive Field
With your fragile soul in my arms
We move with the rhythm of our hearts
Side to side, left and right
We both feel love inside
For each other, for the sight
Of the setting sun, for your beautiful eyes
Where I see the reflection of the moon rise
As we are moving with the wind
So gentle, yet the entire world can feel
The passion which we carry when our bare feet
Slide across the land like a summer breeze
With your head on my chest, your hands in mine
We are dancing in the olive field…
With a sinful smile…
The scent of heaven reaches my tears
That travel across my face
Full of sorrow, that leaves
Like the autumn leaves
Waiting to be replaced by spring…
Like the happiness that you bring
When we are dancing in the olive field…
Side to side, left and right
Forever intertwined…with you my darling
As we…are dancing in the olive field…
(c) Zeki Majed, 2015
fare thee well
shining midnight friend
dawn has come
thou must go
farewell till daylight fades and
you return once more
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At B&Ps Shadorma and Beyond we’re traveling back to Medieval times and getting our inspiration from a poem by Christine de Pisan
At B&Ps Shadorma and Beyond, Bastet has introduced us to the Shadorma Summation – write a poem (about a sad moment in this prompt) with a Shadorma as ending
Left Bereft
once you were gone
part of my history
vanished with you
I’m left behind with
no one who knows me
the way a sister does
no one who loved me from
the moment of
my birth
~
now I must
carry on alone
memories
to comfort
or make me giggle again
like when we were kids
pink cosmos blossoms
waving in the summer breeze
wait for buzzing bees
how to set a table ……
a plate to hold what nourishes me
a napkin to catch my mistakes
knife, fork, spoon, because I am grown up
a cup, a glass to fill to the brim
a chair beside mine – for you
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Over at B&P Shadorma and Beyond, Bastet has us poeming “how to….”
while thinking about the rules of etiquette. MLMM
Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille – Imagination
Dutch painter Piet Mondriaan
The Still Life with Gingerpot ll by Piet Mondriaan
~
the old woman prays
as she grinds Karashi seed
cracked blue gingerpot
B&Ps Shadorma & Beyond at MLMM
wild horses – a tilus – (6-3-1)
~
riding across the dunes
only in
dreams
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