6.19.2014

Sailing for Searching's Sake

What if our days are better spent alone
than searching for that one partic’lar High?
The searching, seeking, wandering from home
that leads us out of atmosphere to Sky,
awaiting clouds? A perfect Rainbow roams
as far as eyes can see, to rectify
those years undone, so many songs unsung--
Our search for Self already has been won.

Outrageously late for Kerry’s prompt: The Yeats Octave

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  1. A search for self is always ongoing for me. I enjoyed this!

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    1. yes, as it should be. thank you!

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  2. This is excellent, Marian. You have completed your argument within the 8 lines, without compromising on 'fullness'. As always your skill with form poetry, shows the rest of us how it should be done in a way that works for the poet and not the other way around.

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    1. too kind, Kerry, and thank you. i like this form, so maybe you'll see more from over here. i did rip off Yeats pretty effectively, i think, some time ago... with a poem following the form of "he wishes for the cloths of heaven." i think that was prompted by you, too! xo

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  3. Perfect wisdom and so beautifully stated.

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  4. I love the fine lines drawn between notions here, Marian--atmosphere/sky, searching/rectify--and the music of the form carries the intellectual ballast effortlessly.

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  5. Beautifully written Marian ~

    Grace

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  6. The Self so close yet always sought in distant places...intriguing. Well done on this, Marian!

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  7. wonderful. no idea it was form until you said so and I re-read. ~

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