What if our days are better spent alonethan searching for that one partic’lar High?The searching, seeking, wandering from homethat leads us out of atmosphere to Sky,awaiting clouds? A perfect Rainbow roamsas far as eyes can see, to rectifythose years undone, so many songs unsung--Our search for Self already has been won.
Outrageously late for Kerry’s prompt: The Yeats Octave
A search for self is always ongoing for me. I enjoyed this!
ReplyDeleteyes, as it should be. thank you!
DeleteOutrageously wonderful ....
ReplyDeleteyou are! xo
DeleteThis 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.
ReplyDeletetoo 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
DeletePerfect wisdom and so beautifully stated.
ReplyDeleteI love the fine lines drawn between notions here, Marian--atmosphere/sky, searching/rectify--and the music of the form carries the intellectual ballast effortlessly.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully written Marian ~
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The Self so close yet always sought in distant places...intriguing. Well done on this, Marian!
ReplyDeleteah, thank you. whew!
ReplyDeleteLovely--and hope it's true~ k.
ReplyDeletewonderful. no idea it was form until you said so and I re-read. ~
ReplyDeletethank you, friends :)
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