CPC PICK-APART POETRY CELEBRATES POE’S BIRTHDAY
Welcome to the January 2013 Edition of Pick-Apart Poetry, the first of our new year, as we celebrate, in Pick-Apart style, the birthday of Edgar Allan Poe (born Edgar Poe on January 19, 1809 in Boston; died October 7, 1849).
We’re so glad you’ve joined us to celebrate the occasion in a Pick-Apart way.
The idea of Pick-Apart Poetry is to select 25 words from the pieces posted and create poetry of our own. The words chosen may be used more than once and tenses and forms may be changed.
So your poem may have many more than 25 words.
Please select your 25 words from the following Poe pieces:
ANNABEL LEE
by Edgar Allan Poe
(published 1849)
It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;–
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.
She was a child and I was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea,
But we loved with a love that was more than love–
I and my Annabel Lee–
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.
And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud by night
Chilling my Annabel Lee;
So that her high-born kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.
The angels, not half so happy in Heaven,
Went envying her and me:–
Yes! that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of a cloud, chilling
And killing my Annabel Lee.
But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we–
Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the angels in Heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee:–
For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I see the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling, my darling, my life and my bride,
In her sepulchre there by the sea–
In her tomb by the side of the sea.
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And the first part of “The Raven”
THE RAVEN
by Edgar Allan Poe
(published 1845)
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
“‘Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door-
Only this, and nothing more.”
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow;- vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow- sorrow for the lost Lenore-
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore-
Nameless here for evermore.
And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me- filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,
“‘Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door-
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;-
This it is, and nothing more.”
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
“Sir,” said I, “or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you”- here I opened wide the door;-
Darkness there, and nothing more.
(with a link to the rest of it — feel free to pick words from there too
http://poestories.com/read/raven)
While these are rather “dark” pieces,
the poetry we bring back to share isn’t limited
to any specific theme or tenor or style.
We welcome all poetry and all styles.
Our goal is to simply have fun and be creative.
It’s always a joy to be here each month with you.
Looking forward to what we all create.
~Barbara K and Cherie~
Greetings and and Good Evening and Welcome to our monthly “Pick-Apart” get-together as we celebrate Edgar Allan Poe’s Birthday. We look forward to the creativity inspired by Poe’s words. :love: :love: :love:
ENTREATING NO MORE
Bright stars and moonbeams,
radiant in the night,
fill my soul,
once bleak and sad,
with midnight dreams
from the darkness
of the night,
demon sorrows
entreating no more.
(c) barbara kausteklis 1-29-13
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Well…….11:00 is late for me……HUGS HUGS…..check the wonderful writes in the morn……Have a good evening Barb!!!!! :love: :love: :love: :love: :love: :love:
MY OWN DARKNESS
*
Nameless
Distinctly I remember
And the silken of each purple curtain
This it is I was napping no longer
Darkness there I stood there
Tapping tapping at darkness door
There my soul grew
**
Written By: Bettie Davis ——————— © January 3o , 2o13
All such beautiful poetry posted!! :love: :love: :love:
Such fun to try these — not really counting . . . .
RADIANT
Winged dreams of midnight flight
into the darkness high they soar
almost approaching Heaven’s door,
radiant and stronger until
the moon beams so bright
on this night so still.
(c) barbara kausteklis 1-30-13
Looking forward to what is shared and will check back in in a bit . . . . Love you all. :love: :love: :love:
Thanks so much to everyone who shared their creativity in a wonderfully “Pick-Apart” way. Always fun for us to get together and create in this way each month. Looking forward to the next time. :love: :love: :love:
Was swamped the past two days, but since Poe is one of my favorites, I wanted to share this piece I did a few years ago, updated with the new “improved” Photobucket! Sorry I’m a day late, but perhaps someone will stumble upon it anyway …
Thank you Barbara – you are wonderfully generous with your words, and I am glad that there was no tardy bell, no note to see the Principal! :love: 😆 :love: