When the wind has gone,
when the sun is bright
I see your dear face,
your smile in repose;
brief, shining moment
where love’s bond encodes.
Today’s frame pauses,
reflective abode.
I’m still a child; you,
a tender parent.
You rock me, singing
lullaby, voice true,
forever imprint
vessel I cling to,
spilling bestows —
‘ere glass-shattered woes.
Today’s form is octameter, which I first saw at Paul’s Poetry Playground, which is an invented form from Shelley A. Cephas.
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A lovely and evocative octameter formed poem Lisa. Always glad to see you, and hope you have a wonderful week.
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Carrie, thank you. If it would stop raining I’d be happier. Maybe tomorrow :)
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This is beautiful, Li. ❤️
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Punam, thank you <3
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My pleasure. 🙂
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What an interesting form and nicely understated poem, JadeLi.
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Shay, thank you. I was ruffling through my forms folder today and today this one looked good.
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I love it! Well done! ✒️✒️
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Thank you, Gypsie!
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You are most welcome! 😊
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Wonderful Octameter Jade! Would prefer your original. Would try and do one forthwith.
Hank
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Hank, thank you :)
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This is so beautiful LI! I love it! <3
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Carol Anne, thank you.
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A warm memory like a sustained then fading note.
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Well-said, Wyndolynne. Much appreciated.
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This lovely piece makes me wonder… are glass-shattered woes inevitable? Perhaps it’s how we react to events…
-David
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David, good questions and ponderings. As adults we still need to feel and then make a choice. As a child not so much…
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This is incredibly lovely … like a lullaby.
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Thank you, dear Helen.
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Wonderful. The last made it perfect: “‘ere glass-shattered woes.”
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Syl, thank you.
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