CPC PICK-APART POETRY LOOKS FORWARD TO SUMMER
Welcome to the May 2013 Edition of Pick-Apart Poetry
as we approach June and look forward
to the arrival of Summer in just a few weeks.
as we approach June and look forward
to the arrival of Summer in just a few weeks.
For many of us, in fact, the Memorial Day Weekend
marks at least the unofficial beginning of summer.
marks at least the unofficial beginning of summer.
So let’s celebrate the occasion with some poetry
that looks forward to June
and to what Summer has in store for us.
Please select your 25 words from
the following two pieces which celebrate
and look forward to the joys of summer
while celebrating its memory as well.
From James Russell Lowell’s
“What is So Rare As a Day in June”
“What is So Rare As a Day in June”
And what is so rare as a day in June?
Then, if ever, come perfect days;
Then Heaven tries earth if it be in tune,
And over it softly her warm ear lays;
Whether we look, or whether we listen,
We hear life murmur, or see it glisten;
Every clod feels a stir of might,
An instinct within it that reaches and towers,
And, groping blindly above it for light,
Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers;
The flush of life may well be seen
Thrilling back over hills and valleys;
The cowslip startles in meadows green,
The buttercup catches the sun in its chalice,
And there’s never a leaf nor a blade too mean
To be some happy creature’s palace;
The little bird sits at his door in the sun,
Atilt like a blossom among the leaves,
And lets his illumined being o’errun
With the deluge of summer it receives;
His mate feels the eggs beneath her wings,
And the heart in her dumb breast flutters and sings;
He sings to the wide world, and she to her nest,
In the nice ear of Nature which song is the best?
Then, if ever, come perfect days;
Then Heaven tries earth if it be in tune,
And over it softly her warm ear lays;
Whether we look, or whether we listen,
We hear life murmur, or see it glisten;
Every clod feels a stir of might,
An instinct within it that reaches and towers,
And, groping blindly above it for light,
Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers;
The flush of life may well be seen
Thrilling back over hills and valleys;
The cowslip startles in meadows green,
The buttercup catches the sun in its chalice,
And there’s never a leaf nor a blade too mean
To be some happy creature’s palace;
The little bird sits at his door in the sun,
Atilt like a blossom among the leaves,
And lets his illumined being o’errun
With the deluge of summer it receives;
His mate feels the eggs beneath her wings,
And the heart in her dumb breast flutters and sings;
He sings to the wide world, and she to her nest,
In the nice ear of Nature which song is the best?
by James Russell Lowell
(February 22, 1819 – August 12, 1891)
(February 22, 1819 – August 12, 1891)
A MEMORY OF JUNE
When June comes dancing o’er the death of May,
With scarlet roses tinting her green breast,
And mating thrushes ushering in her day,
And Earth on tiptoe for her golden guest,
I always see the evening when we met–
The first of June baptized in tender rain–
And walked home through the wide streets, gleaming wet,
Arms locked, our warm flesh pulsing with love’s pain.
I always see the cheerful little room,
And in the corner, fresh and white, the bed,
Sweet scented with a delicate perfume,
Wherein for one night only we were wed;
Where in the starlit stillness we lay mute,
And heard the whispering showers all night long,
And your brown burning body was a lute
Whereon my passion played his fevered song.
When June comes dancing o’er the death of May,
With scarlet roses staining her fair feet,
My soul takes leave of me to sing all day
A love so fugitive and so complete.
by: Claude McKay (1890-1948)
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And just as a reminder . . . .
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 end up having
even more than 25 words.
We love whatever you bring to share.
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 end up having
even more than 25 words.
We love whatever you bring to share.
The poem you bring back to share doesn’t have to be about Summer.
It can be about anything.
We look forward to and welcome all styles and themes.
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~
Welcome to Pick-Apart Poetry tonight. Hard to believe that summer really is just right around the corner. We look forward to sharing our creativity and our friendship. :love: :love: :love:
ONE SUN SHINNY DAY
~
We hear life murmur
And what is
Whether we look
Every clod feels above it for light
Climbs to a soul of life
Then heaven tries
An instinct within may well be seen
The cowslip never a leaf
Atilt like a blossom
He sing to the wide world
In the nice ear of nature door in the sun
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Written By: Bettie Davis ———————————- May 28 , 2o13
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WITH SUMMER’S RETURN
Delicate perfumes
usher in the day
that summer returns
and spring tiptoes away.
And my soul dances
among scarlet blossoms
and golden buttercups
whose tender green leaves
glisten in the sun
as the fluttering birds
sing Nature’s happy song.
(c) barbara kausteklis 5-28-13
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night all……got to get grades in my gradebook….. 🙂 😆
Looking forward to being here again bright and early in the morning. All such beautifully inspiring pieces tonight and I look forward to what tomorrow will bring. I’ll be working on another one myself. Good Night from Southern California and rest well. See you tomorrow. :love: :love: :love:
Peek! 8)
In a cheerful little white room
baptized in sweet delicate pain
whispering death all night long,
scarlet tinted breasts, delicate perfume
gleaming wet scarlet rain
whispering my passions song.
One summer night
in starlight stillness
her heart with death was wed
she left the roses
the mating thrushes
for his un-fevered winter bed
Love so complete
in stillness we lay mute
fevered passion all night long
whispering softly we listen
loves illumined soul dancing
to Life’s pulsing pain…
Cherie C2013
Have a beautiful day today……will check on everyones beautiful writing later…… :love: :love: :love: :love: :love:
A softly day in Summer,
Hills and valleys of Nature
of blossom flowers,With scarlet roses,
grass in meadows with a Sweet
scented delicate perfume.
Greetings and Good Afternoon. All such beautiful pieces posted so far. I’m still working on another one. Always such a lot of fun trying them. (((HUGS))) :love: :love: :love: