{"id":107199,"date":"2013-05-28T20:00:22","date_gmt":"2013-05-29T00:00:22","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/107199\/cpc-pick-apart-poetry-looks-forward-to-summer\/"},"modified":"2013-05-28T20:00:22","modified_gmt":"2013-05-29T00:00:22","slug":"cpc-pick-apart-poetry-looks-forward-to-summer","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/107199\/cpc-pick-apart-poetry-looks-forward-to-summer\/","title":{"rendered":"CPC PICK-APART POETRY LOOKS FORWARD TO SUMMER"},"content":{"rendered":"


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Welcome to the May 2013 Edition of Pick-Apart Poetry
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For many of us, in fact, the Memorial Day Weekend
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and to what Summer has in store for us.
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Please select your 25 words from <\/font><\/div>\n
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and look forward to the joys of summer <\/font><\/div>\n
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From James Russell Lowell’s
\n “What is So Rare As a Day in June”
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And what is so rare as a day in June?
\n Then, if ever, come perfect days;
\n Then Heaven tries earth if it be in tune,
\n And over it softly her warm ear lays;
\n Whether we look, or whether we listen,
\n We hear life murmur, or see it glisten;
\n Every clod feels a stir of might,
\n An instinct within it that reaches and towers,
\n And, groping blindly above it for light,
\n Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers;
\n The flush of life may well be seen
\n Thrilling back over hills and valleys;
\n The cowslip startles in meadows green,
\n The buttercup catches the sun in its chalice,
\n And there’s never a leaf nor a blade too mean
\n To be some happy creature’s palace;
\n The little bird sits at his door in the sun,
\n Atilt like a blossom among the leaves,
\n And lets his illumined being o’errun
\n With the deluge of summer it receives;
\n His mate feels the eggs beneath her wings,
\n And the heart in her dumb breast flutters and sings;
\n He sings to the wide world, and she to her nest,
\n In the nice ear of Nature which song is the best?
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by James Russell Lowell
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A MEMORY OF JUNE<\/strong><\/font><\/div>\n
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\n When June comes dancing o’er the death of May,
\n With scarlet roses tinting her green breast,
\n And mating thrushes ushering in her day,
\n And Earth on tiptoe for her golden guest,
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\n I always see the evening when we met–
\n The first of June baptized in tender rain–
\n And walked home through the wide streets, gleaming wet,
\n Arms locked, our warm flesh pulsing with love’s pain.
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\n I always see the cheerful little room,
\n And in the corner, fresh and white, the bed,
\n Sweet scented with a delicate perfume,
\n Wherein for one night only we were wed;
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\n Where in the starlit stillness we lay mute,
\n And heard the whispering showers all night long,
\n And your brown burning body was a lute
\n Whereon my passion played his fevered song.
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\n When June comes dancing o’er the death of May,
\n With scarlet roses staining her fair feet,
\n My soul takes leave of me to sing all day
\n A love so fugitive and so complete.
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And just as a reminder . . . .
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\n the idea of Pick-Apart Poetry is to select 25 words
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\n The words chosen may be used more than once
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\n and tenses and forms may be changed.
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\n So your poem may end up having
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The poem you bring back to share doesn’t have to be about S<\/font>ummer.<\/font><\/div>\n

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\n We look forward to and welcome all styles and themes.<\/font><\/div>\n

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\n Our goal is to simply have fun and be creative. <\/font><\/div>\n

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\n It’s always a joy to be here each month with you. <\/font><\/div>\n

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\n Looking forward to what we all create.
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~Barbara K and Cherie~<\/font><\/div>\n
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