Day: April 9, 2023

Buttered Toast

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Buttered Toast
Form: Epistle Sonnet 11

Morning sunshine lingers for a new day
No headlines screaming out from the TV
For everything felt new that day in May
Even the Weetabix changed in some way
Yet it looked the same sat there in the bowl
Had my eyes lost their way or I my sense
But today is different and I see
You as you smile while buttering your toast
Just breakfast yet love is making me whole
You stayed for dinner, our first Sunday roast
Before going home, darling you took my soul
That Monday was lonely here on the coast
My love for you held in aching suspense
As I made wishes over the incense

©JezzieG2023

Haugtussa by Edvard Grieg

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Edvard Grieg 1843-1907

Haugtussa
1895
Classical

Edvard Grieg
Romantic
Born: 15 June 1843, Bergen, Norway
Nationality: Norwegian
Died: 4 September 1907, Bergen, Norway

Grieg was a composer and pianist. He is considered one of the main composers of the Romantic era and his music remains the standard of the global classical repertoire. Grieg made use of Norwegian folk music in his compositions and brought fame to the music of Norway.

NaPoMo Classic Poetry Day 9 – Lights Out by Edward Thomas

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Edward Thomas 1878-1917

Lights Out

I have come to the borders of sleep,
The unfathomable deep
Forest where all must lose
Their way, however straight,
Or winding, soon or late;
They cannot choose.

Many a road and track
That, the dawn’s first crack,
Up to the forest brink,
Deceived the travellers,
Suddenly now blurs,
And in they sink.

Here love ends,
Despair, ambition ends;
All pleasure and all trouble,
Although most sweet or bitter,
Here ends is sleep that is sweeter
Than tasks most noble.

There is not any book
Or face of dearest look
That I would not tur from now
To go into the unknown
I must enter, and leave, alone,
I know not how.

The tall forest towers;
Its cloudy foliage lowers
Ahead, shelf above shelf;
Its silence I hear and obey
That I may lose my way
And myself.

A Little Surprised (NaPoMo 9)

~ JezzieG

A Little Surprised
Form: Epistle Sonnet 9 – aba acdbe cdcd ee
Theme: Love Subject: Deodorant

Yet sweet memories bring me my smile back
And I can’t tell the when, how, where, or what
But tonight it was a whoosh of Lynx Black
I’m too tired to let my brains try to rack
Why on earth it would be something like that
And I admit I’m a little surprised
Perhaps you think my deodorant’s hot
Not that it matters I’m glad you are here
Even when standing on a bathroom mat
Beneath a towel my body disguised
But how to explain my gasp to the cat
Her looks says my mind is, um, compromised
But I don’t care as long as you are near
And now I will go to bed in good cheer

©JezzieG2023

Bucket (WOTDC)

~ JezzieG

Inspired by and written for the Word of the Day Challenge – my thanks to Cyranny

Definition: Bucket – n. a roughly cylindrical open container with a handle, made of metal or plastic and used to hold and carry liquids

Form: Lunka

a shiny bucket
waiting for water
the well stands empty
until rain
pail shadows
downpours of summer
shiny bucket full
carry it on home
a small hole
no water
a leaky bucket
alone in the shed
they bought a new one
in corners
shadows pale

©JezzieG2023

Cusp (RDP)

~ JezzieG

Inspired by and written for Ragtag Daily Prompt – my thanks to Tracy

Definition: Cusp – n. a point of transition between two different states; a pointed end where two curves meet

Form: Dodoitsu

at the edge of decision
destiny points in all ways
in options of what could be
but which one is right?

©JezzieG2023

Sunday Sonnet – Rachel by Matthew Arnold

~ JezzieG
Matthew Arnold 1822-1888

Rachel

Sprung from the blood of Israel’s scattered race,
At a mean inn in German Arrau born,
To forms from antique Greece and Rome uptorn,
Tricked out with a Parisian speech and face,
Imparting life renewed, old classic grace;
Then soothing with thy Christian strain forlorn,
A-Kempis, her departing soul outworn,
While by her bedside Hebrew rites have place –
Ah, not the radiant spirit of Greece alone
She had – one power, which made her breast its home!
In her, like us, there clashed (contending powers)
Germany, France, Christ, Moses, Athens, Rome.
The strife, the mixture in her soul, are ours:
Her genius and her glory are her own

Warmth of the Vine

~ JezzieG

A Garret Poet

Warmth of the Vine
Form: Huitain
Theme: Spirituality Subject: A book

I didn’t find it while reading a book
Not within buildings nor possessions mine
But still I found it when I didn’t look
Delighting my senses like a fine wine
Sweetly remembers the warmth of the vine
My heart awakened to love in my soul
Kissed by moonlight, the lady divine
Her enlightenment making me whole

©JezzieG2023

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