CPC “Pick-Apart Poetry” Celebrates Autumn
Welcome to the October 2012 Edition of Pick-Apart Poetry
as we celebrate Autumn in a short poetry way.
September and October seem to have been rushing by and it’s hard to believe that Halloween is already next week and the elections just a couple of weeks away.
Then on to November and December Holidays and the New Year.
This month we bring a couple of autumn classics to share
and hope that you will come back and share your creativity with all of us.
It is always such a lot of fun 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 select your 25 words from the following pieces.
Harvest Landscape by Van Gogh (June 1888)
THE AUTUMN
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.
How there you sat in summer-time,
May yet be in your mind;
And how you heard the green woods sing
Beneath the freshening wind.
Though the same wind now blows around,
You would its blast recall;
For every breath that stirs the trees,
Doth cause a leaf to fall.
Oh! like that wind, is all the mirth
That flesh and dust impart:
We cannot bear its visitings,
When change is on the heart.
Gay words and jests may make us smile,
When Sorrow is asleep;
But other things must make us smile,
When Sorrow bids us weep!
The dearest hands that clasp our hands, —
Their presence may be o’er;
The dearest voice that meets our ear,
That tone may come no more!
Youth fades; and then, the joys of youth,
Which once refresh’d our mind,
Shall come — as, on those sighing woods,
The chilling autumn wind.
Hear not the wind — view not the woods;
Look out o’er vale and hill —
In spring, the sky encircled them —
The sky is round them still.
Come autumn’s scathe — come winter’s cold —
Come change — and human fate!
Whatever prospect Heaven doth bound,
Can ne’er be desolate.
~ Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1833) ~
“Autumn at Argenteuil” by Monet
THE WILD SWANS AT COOLE
The trees are in their autumn beauty,
The woodland paths are dry,
Under the October twilight the water
Mirrors a still sky;
Upon the brimming water among the stones
Are nine-and-fifty swans.
The nineteenth autumn has come upon me
Since I first made my count;
I saw, before I had well finished,
All suddenly mount
And scatter wheeling in great broken rings
Upon their clamorous wings.
I have looked upon those brilliant creatures,
And now my heart is sore.
All’s changed since I, hearing at twilight,
The first time on this shore,
The bell-beat of their wings above my head,
Trod with a lighter tread.
Unwearied still, lover by lover,
They paddle in the cold
Companionable streams or climb the air;
Their hearts have not grown old;
Passion or conquest, wander where they will,
Attend upon them still.
But now they drift on the still water,
Mysterious, beautiful;
Among what rushes will they build,
By what lake’s edge or pool
Delight men’s eyes when I awake some day
To find they have flown away?
~ William Butler Yeats (1919) ~
While our theme today is Autumn, the poetry we bring back to share is not limited to autumn but can reflect any topic at all. And the words chosen may be used more than once and tenses and forms may be changed.
Our goal is to simply have fun and be creative.
Looking forward to what we all create.
~ Barb and Cherie ~
Greetings and Happy October as we celebrate Autumn in a “Pick-Apart Poetry” way. We always enjoy this time together each month and can hardly wait to see what these two pieces inspire. Hoping you will return and share some pieces with us. Please remember that our goal is to have fun with our creativity. Looking forward to what you bring back to share.
Go, sit upon the lofty hill,
And turn your eyes around,
Where waving woods and waters wild
Do hymn an autumn sound.
The trees are in their autumn beauty,
The woodland paths are dry,
Under the October twilight the water
Mirrors a still sky;
Upon the brimming water among the stones
Are nine-and-fifty swans.
Upon their clamorous wings.
I have looked upon those brilliant creatures,
And now my heart is sore.
All’s changed since I, hearing at twilight,
The first time on this shore,
The bell-beat of their wings above my head,
Trod with a lighter tread.
But now they drift on the still water,
Mysterious, beautiful;
Among what rushes will they build,
By what lake’s edge or pool
Delight men’s eyes when I awake some day
To find they have flown away?
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well……..catching some zzzz’s before the morn…..see everyone tomorrow….. :love: :love: :love: :love: :love: :love:
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AUTUMN’S TRANSFORMATION
Beneath the brilliance
of an autumn sun
my heart smiles,
as awakened
by the beauty
my eyes see,
stirred,
refreshed,
transformed —
and sorrowful
no more.
(c) barbara kausteklis 10-23-12
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STIRRING
Autumn begins to stir,
a summer sun fading
into mirrored waters,
paired swans drifting
upon twilight’s breath
as my heart is refreshed.
(c) barbara kausteklis 10-23-12
AUTUMN CHILLS
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Summer flowers
Sit upon the lofty hill
Woods and waters
Do hymn
Sun is faint
All transformed
The green woods sing
When Sorrow
The chilling autumn wind
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Written By: Bettie Davis ———- © October 23 , 2o12
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I’ll be heading off to dreamland as well. I’ve been on call for jury duty this week and (as luck would have it) they actually called me in for tomorrow — so I’ll be here in the morning before I have to leave (to be there by 8:00 a.m.) and will bring my Kindle with me and hope for an internet connection. All such beautiful pieces posted tonight. I’m looking forward to what is shared tomorrow. Good night and rest well. Big Hugs to All. :love: :love: :love:
TREES IN AUTUMN BEAUTY
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Passion attend
But now
Mysterious among beautiful
Delight mens eyes
To find
Unwearied still
Their hearts
Climb the air
Hearts have not grown old
At twilight end
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Written By: Bettie Davis ———————— © October 24 , 2o12
Autumn Wind
upon summer’s depart
brilliant leaves fall fading
desolate a heart
Desolate Woods
flown leaf departs
autumn wind blows chilling
youth’s scathed heart
Greetings and Good Morning and Happy Wednesday from Southern California where it is still very dark as I head out the door for jury duty. I will try to access the internet from there as I’m sure there will be a lot of “sit-and-wait” time. All such beautiful pieces posted so far. Looking forward to what you share today. Big Hugs to All. :love: :love: :love:
These are all lovely!!
Here’s a quicklie from me!
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We’ve had such a wonderful time. All such gorgeous pieces from beautifully creative hearts. Thanks so much for the sharing we’ve had. Will be checking back a little later on. Please do share if you get a chance. :love: :love: :love: