Completing Imelda’s Challenge Poem, Words, I learned a new form and found great enjoyment working with this gifted poet. Her words are in bold:
Words, once set free, blend in the wind
breathing a timeless existence;
Some grow wings to fly to heaven
They ask gifts for the gentle tongue
Breathing a timeless existence,
words illuminate our soul
Memories do falter in time
consequences of words live on.
Some grow wings to fly to heaven
dropping soft prayers upon the clouds
seeds of rain to cleanse the dry land
a renaissance to flood the hearts
They ask gifts for the gentle tongue
to sing in languages unknown
filling lungs with placid breezes
fertile verses settling soft
© Lyman / Santore
Collaboration for Jilly’s September Challenge of Casting Bricks.
Please join us! We start anew on the first Friday of each month with our collaborative challenge. There is a permalink on my sidebar. ~Jilly
you infused magic in the second part. I love how your words float like silk in the air. 🙂 Thank you very much, Jilly. 🙂
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It was my pleasure to write with you, Imelda!
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Thanks thanks. 🙂
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What a beautiful collaboration!! This is so gentle. The words just wash over you like a soft, cleansing rain. The form is new-to-me but looks like one I’d love to try. Great job, both of you!
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Thank you! I really liked this form.
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“dropping soft prayers upon the clouds / seeds of rain to cleanse the dry land” What a beautiful image! And this one as well: “filling lungs with placid breezes / fertile verses settling soft” Having spent portions of my childhood in farmland, these are wonderfully evocative. You matched the initial voice and tone very well.
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Thank you, Charley! I went with my country-girl self on this one.
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It’s truly beautiful.
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I was so happy that you repeated that wonderful line “gifts for the gentle tongue.” And I loved the imagery of the renaissance to flood and the fertile verses which put me in mind of a marsh or rice paddy.
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Thanks! The form actually calls for the repeating of each line from the first stanza and Imelda set it up beautifully. If it took you to the marsh lands, then you were not alone; that’s where I was in my head as I wrote.
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Awesome!
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A true beauty.
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🙂
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a cascade of flowing images in a rhetoric that would make a Renaissancer cry. What a beautiful collaboration!
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Thanks! She handed me a wonderful set-up.
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Beautifully seamless.
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It has a wonderful gentleness. (K)
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Thank you! The challenge in this was to keep her voice from the first half since that gentleness is not my normal style. I tried to follow her lead and being stretched is a good thing.
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