Mars red Mars orange
a map to show me the way across the year
at 10:36 each night tapestry wing-backs that never got recovered like I planned
Mars still keeps time pays us
no attention
though we are watching
Mars entirely too much these days
with chicken little leading the way
the sky has always been falling the stars
don’t seem to know
to care enough to recover
our shabby tapestry
to reupholster our worn out edges they
just move as they have always moved
Mars red Mars orange
© Jilly All Rights Reserved
Join me over at dVerse for Meeting The Bar where we are playing with repetition in our poetry.
Nice repetition of Mars. I am trying to come up with a triolet for tomorrow. Thanks for the prompt!
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I look forward to it, Frank!
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Effective use in repetition here, Jilly. It mimics the rhythm of the rut of upholstery unchanged, suggests there are dreams, visions, but they are stuck in the mundane. (Purely projection on my part, I am sure.)
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Purely accurate, too! Thanks 🙂 Hope you will be joining in at dVerse tonight.
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Would hate to miss it!
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That is terrific! Well done. Beautiful, engaging: flows, eddies, flows and eddies again.
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I appreciate your encouragement!
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A brilliant example of repetition, Jill! I like the idea that Mars red Mars orange is a map to show you the way across the year – trusting the universe as a guide, and the lines:
‘the sky has always been falling the stars
…
just move as they have always moved’.
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Thanks, Kim! We watch the night sky and it’s like a bigger version of following the phases of the moon.
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Mars and all the other planets and stars move as they always do, without giving us notice. Our shabby tapestry is nothing compared to their splendor. Thanks for hosting Jilly.
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Thank you!
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Love the thought of Mars leading the way, though the way we watch it too much make me think about it as a clock… the passing of time being more important than what it’s filled with.
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Thanks! The sky is so much like a clock; thanks for seeing that.
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Nice use of repetition. Yet my favorite phrase doesn’t include your repeated word and that is “the sky has always been falling.” Not sure why I like it. I guess that’s how poetry is, though. You either like it or not, and can’t always say why.
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Thanks, Linda. That’s my favorite line, too. It reminds me that catastrophe upon catastrophe is nothing new.
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Unflinching, unchanging, masking its past, impervious to us as we destroy the blue gem in the red Martian sky–Mars is emotionless, and yet waiting for the first man or woman who will walk on its face.
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Thanks for reading!
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Watching Mars is a sensible, harmless occupation. Recovering wingbacks could be less so.
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No kidding! I’ve watched videos and decided to live with the tatters.
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🙂
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Mars has been amazing this summer. I like this poem – the contrast between the stars and our frenetic activity is nicely drawn.
I initially thought a wingback was an American football player, which would have been a very different poem…
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LOL! Yes, it would be… (best laugh all day – thanks!)
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Ah, how little the tapestry of our lives (redone or otherwise) matters in the grand scheme of things. We just aren’t that powerful, and the sun refuses yet to revolve about us. Indeed the sky has always been falling. Much here to consider. Wonderful repetition!
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Thank you for your shared insight. Watching the night sky puts things in perspective.
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It certainly does!
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I love how this flows in such a delicate manner. Long after we are gone, the stars and Mars will still shine. Beautiful Jill!
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Thanks, Linda! The stars and the planets have witnessed a few of us come and go.
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Indeed they have. Fascinating isn’t it?
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Nice use of the prompt…I like the feeling, we watch the universe for changes, let out ‘chicken little’ cries but things just keep moving along as they always have.
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Exactly! Thanks for stopping by 🙂
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Evocative use of repetition, with that tongue-in-cheek tone that elevates your poem to the sublime!
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Great rhythm, we are so messed up and now want to go to Mars and mess it up too. Soon it will have as much space junk floating around it as we do
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Hmm – so the eco-friendly initiative on Mars won’t be a Green one – ’twill be Red!
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Red and orange, Halloween colors. Maybe they will bring back some saltwater taffy, yum!
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So good this – the repetition keeps it together as it heads off in odd directions, the falling (stars); the shabby tapestry; the worn corners (on our lives and sofas) and the eternal stars in their firmament. Terrific stuff.
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Thanks! This actually came from a stream of consciousness bit. That explains the odd directions 🙂
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The sky has always been falling
The stars don’t seem to know
Beautiful, evocative lines …
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Thanks!
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I really like this, Jilly. The tone is resigned as the voice makes these observations. I like the reference to chicken little. But overall, I get the vibe of ” yeah, and so life goes on”….(.just my take)
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Your take is spot on! Thanks for stopping by 🙂
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i have never really taken notice of Mars, but reading your poem has given me new inspiration. love the repetition of Mars red, Mars orange, the two colours that are never confused for the other though they are so close on the colour spectrum
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Mars has been hanging out rather close to the moon these past few months and the late night dog walk gives us a chance to wave at him. 🙂
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too much light pollution where i am right now. I would love to see Mars that close, I am going to check out how long it stays that way in the Northern Hemisphere as I will be traveling that way year end. thank you for the inspiration Jilly
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I like your Mars Red Mars Orange and falling stars!
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Appreciate you stopping by 🙂
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I liked the idea that although we spend time watching and wondering, it just keeps going round and round as though we did not exist!
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Wonderful, understated use of repetition. Flowed so smoothly.
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Thanks!
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I am thinking maybe your Muse is from the red planet – the way you wove this tapestry of earthly lowlights and cosmic highlights.
p.s. I am usually a Mars watcher and have only recently discovered its moons are called fear and panic!
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Appropriately named, what with the war stuff, and all. Thanks for stopping by!
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