Now nudging daisies
Home away from home
Blue dreams of water
When my sails unfurled
Or putting along
Aquamarine world
Wedged in sugar sand
Only wave laps heard
Sun gleams, moon silvers
Celestial smiles
I, their wee daughter
Toddled my tiller
Through duckweed blankets
That dipped and quivered
Now red right return
Old (new) dream deferred
Today’s offering is in the form of an Octameter. Octameter, created by Shelley A. Cephas, is a poem made up of 16 lines divided into two stanzas of 8 lines each. Each line has a syllable count of 5. The set rhyme scheme is: a/b/c/d/e/d/f/d g/h/c/g/i/g/d/d.
Sarah is today’s host for dVerse. Sarah says:
For this prompt, I’d like you to be inspired by boats.
Wow, this has beautiful and captivating imagery. It’s just amazing!
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Thank you, Lucy 🙂
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Oh a boat on the shore is a sad sight… I hope she will see the water soon.
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Thank you, Bjorn, yes and yes.
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Nice form, Lisa, and you use it very well. There’s a light touch to this. Sad to see a boat out of water, but nice to have those memories.
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Thank you, Sarah, yes and yes.
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Love the imagery, Li. “Blue dreams of water” …sigh! 💙
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Thank you much, Punam 🙂
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You are welcome.
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I love the idea of an old (new) dream deferred, and you’ve made a wonderful poem out of it. I have many deferred dreams of my own I think!
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Glad you connected with it, Ingrid, thank you 🙂
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I simply love that phrase “toddled my tiller” It seems it could be applied to any number of situations! It goes in my book along side “fluffing my tutu”.!
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🙂 ❤
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The Raven is in trochaic octameter.
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I had to look that one up. Interesting 🙂
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One of my favorite poems.
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Poe was a one of a kind.
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A mixed bag of memories…but meaningful ones. A ship in need of water. (K)
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Yes, K, for sure.
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Thank you for this treat!
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Sonia, you’re welcome, glad you enjoyed it.
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Nice poem.
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Thank you, Sadje.
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You’re welcome Li.
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Oh, the sailboat in a sea of green… very well done!
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Yes that should be a line! Thank you, D!
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That boat looks like it is begging you to take her out on the water! No Covid out there! Nice poem Lisa!
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Yes, she does and is 🙂 Dwight, it just might happen. I’ve been giving her some thought.
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Go for it!
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This is delightful imagery, obviously your memories of sailing are happy ones!
It’s something I never really tried, not a confident swimmer …
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Not all of the memories were happy with sailing but those are the things I chose to remember in the poem. I couldn’t swim to save my life; float maybe until help arrived. I always wore a life vest and we only sailed in an inland lake, which is very different than Lake MI or the ocean.
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glad you stayed safe!
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Amazing use of alliteration and imagery! sugar sand sounds awesome 😁
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Thank you, Jay. Sugar sand is awesome 🙂
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My pleasure.
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A beautiful form, beautifully done
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Thank you, Jude.
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My pleasure 🌼
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your imagery takes my breath away. you made it in a form, too!
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Thank you very much 🙂
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‘Toddled my tiller’ That is truly inventive word creation!
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🙂 Thank you, Jane!
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Pleasure 🙂
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A dry docked (backyard) boat waits for a different time … soft-lapping mediation here, as if the boat were afloat.
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Thank you for reading and your comment, Brendan.
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“Wedged in sugar sand”
Nice image. Hope you can be back i the water soon. In the meantime Stay Safe
Much✏love
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Gillena thank you and hoping happens. You stay safe also, my friend ❤
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This is very evocative. I like that closing line, like parcelling out memories that bring satisfaction, while not abandoning hope for further memories.
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Thank you, Ken.
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So many great lines Lisa ☺️ Nudging daisies … wedged in sugar sand … and Toddled my tiller! Loved the story of your boat and hope you get to play on it soon.
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Thank you, Christine!
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I love the magical feeling of this….especially “sugar sand” !
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Thanks, Lillian. It’s what they call it here 🙂
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