CPC “Pick-Apart Poetry” Celebrates Autumn’s Arrival
Welcome to the September 2013 Edition of Pick-Apart Poetry
where we are this month celebrating
the arrival of Autumn here
in the Northern Hemisphere.
It’s such a glorious time of year
with vibrant changes in weather patterns
and color all around us.
So today we’re celebrating the arrival of Autumn
in our own inimitable Pick-Apart Poetry sort of way
by selecting 25 words
from the autumnal poetic words below
and creating a piece
or two or three
or more of our own.
From Elizabeth Barrett Browning’s
THE AUTUMN (1833)
Go, sit upon the lofty hill,
And turn your eyes around,
Where waving woods and waters wild
Do hymn an autumn sound.
The summer sun is faint on them —
The summer flowers depart —
Sit still — as all transform’d to stone,
Except your musing heart.
—————-
From John Keats’
TO AUTUMN (1820)
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For Summer has o’er-brimm’d their clammy cells.
—————-
William Blake’s
TO AUTUMN (1783)
O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stain’d
With the blood of the grape, pass not, but sit
Beneath my shady roof; there thou may’st rest,
And tune thy jolly voice to my fresh pipe,
And all the daughters of the year shall dance!
Sing now the lusty song of fruits and flowers.
“The narrow bud opens her beauties to
The sun, and love runs in her thrilling veins;
Blossoms hang round the brows of Morning, and
Flourish down the bright cheek of modest Eve,
Till clust’ring Summer breaks forth into singing,
And feather’d clouds strew flowers round her head.
“The spirits of the air live in the smells
Of fruit; and Joy, with pinions light, roves round
The gardens, or sits singing in the trees.”
Thus sang the jolly Autumn as he sat,
Then rose, girded himself, and o’er the bleak
Hills fled from our sight; but left his golden load.
Just a reminder that the words selected
may be used more than once
and that their tenses and forms
may be changed as often as you wish.
Thus . . . . your poem may end up
being much longer than 25 words.
Even though this month’s “Pick-Apart” is celebrating Autumn,
your piece doesn’t have to be about Fall —
we welcome all themes and styles.
Our only goals are to be creative and to have fun.
We look forward to our “Pick-Apart” creations.
It is always a joy to see
what each of us can create
with only 25 words as a base,
keeping in mind that our poems
can certainly be more
than 25 words in total length.
Please do spread the word
and invite your friends.
Definitely “the more, the merrier”
when it comes to sharing.
~Barb K and Cherie/Silver Lining~
Yay! Got here just in time. Welcome to this month’s Pick-Apart Poetry. Tuesday evening aloha from Oahu. I’ll see if I can fix the background here. If not, I hope it’s readable enough. Looking forward to what we share together tonight and tomorrow. Love and Hugs.
The pieces to “pick” from . . . .
From Elizabeth Barrett Browning’s
THE AUTUMN (1833)
Go, sit upon the lofty hill,
And turn your eyes around,
Where waving woods and waters wild
Do hymn an autumn sound.
The summer sun is faint on them —
The summer flowers depart —
Sit still — as all transform’d to stone,
Except your musing heart.
—————-
From John Keats’
TO AUTUMN (1820)
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For Summer has o’er-brimm’d their clammy cells.
—————-
William Blake’s
TO AUTUMN (1783)
O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stain’d
With the blood of the grape, pass not, but sit
Beneath my shady roof; there thou may’st rest,
And tune thy jolly voice to my fresh pipe,
And all the daughters of the year shall dance!
Sing now the lusty song of fruits and flowers.
“The narrow bud opens her beauties to
The sun, and love runs in her thrilling veins;
Blossoms hang round the brows of Morning, and
Flourish down the bright cheek of modest Eve,
Till clust’ring Summer breaks forth into singing,
And feather’d clouds strew flowers round her head.
“The spirits of the air live in the smells
Of fruit; and Joy, with pinions light, roves round
The gardens, or sits singing in the trees.”
Thus sang the jolly Autumn as he sat,
Then rose, girded himself, and o’er the bleak
Hills fled from our sight; but left his golden load.
AUTUMN BREEZES IN
~
Autumn
Sit upon the lofty hill
The summer sun is faint
Season of mists and mellow
Autumn laden with fruit
Blood of the grape
Sing now the lusty
The spirits of the air
~
Written By: Bettie Davis ———————————- © September 24 , 2o13
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AUTUMN TRANSFORMATION
Golden blossoms
dance in the gardens
of my heart,
transformed musings
that sing in tune
with the season,
morning mist girding hills
ripe with fruit and flower
as Autumn returns.
(c) barbara kausteklis 9-24-13
Good Night and rest well and thanks for sharing your talents tonight. I’ll sleep on this and try to come up with another piece in the morning. :love: :love: :love: and (((HUGS))).
Busy old with school…..but wanted to say HI! posting an old Autumn poem. Have a GREAT DAY CPC FRIENDS!!!!!![img]
I dislike when words on the page pop around themselves like the word old….ugh…..heheheheh
Greetings and Good Morning and Happy Wednesday. All such beautiful pieces posted. :love: :love: :love: While it’s early-morning quiet here and I’m sipping my first cup of coffee, I’ll try another piece. Always looking forward to your wonderful creations. Aloha Coffeetime Cheers and Happy Wednesday to All. :love: :love: :love:
Thanks so much to everyone who stopped by and shared their friendship and their creativity. It’s always a lot of fun and I look forward to this time each month. :love: :love: :love: and Big Hugs from “Pick-Apart Poetry.”