it is the apparatus of summer
to turn winter into a watershed
dividing the course of the rivers
one flowing to this side
the other, well, you know –
while the egg of remember
rolls away like that too
too pink lipstick
that was never the right color
while chanting
we was
we was
we was
© Jilly’s All Rights Reserved
(damned new WP – my signature color is not to be found for all the stabs and misses. Teal; I just want my Teal – the one that matches my neon &. Just imagine that my signature line is Teal, okay? Thanks, Jilly)
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I love the alignment of this poem, Jill, it wouldn’t be the same on the left of my screen! I also love that you’ve chosen ‘watershed’ and that ‘egg of remember’ is a beauty.
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Winter here would freeze the rivers… winter to me is waiting… glad you can still see the flow.
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This is such a thought provoking exploration of the term watershed….the first stanza the typical landscape phenomenon….and then such a shift in the second…a turning point…a realization marked by that detail of the too pink lipstick.
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Jilly, there is so much depth to this. I have read it twice now, and I feel sadness; that something that was is not anymore.Well done.
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“the egg of remember” is such a brilliant image – my mind leaps to the oval and sees bright yellow – so then the “too too pink” is shockingly perfect … fascinating interpretation here in this poem – it’s a watershed moment to appreciate –
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Nice phrase: “egg of remember”
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“The apparatus of summer” … so pragmatic, I love it!
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Interesting piece, Jilly. I like how the poem shifts from seasons to lipstick – a context those of who wear can relate to.
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The second stanza creates the image of something ungraspable. I’m wondering what was lost. There’s a great atmosphere to this poem.
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Enjoyable read Jilly! And I LOVE teal and azure – both are MY colors… 🙂
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So THAT’S why I can’t find teal in that little color wheel – you are hogging it! Give it back, Rob! Give it back! 🙂 🙂
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So many excellent visuals here.. None of them teal either, but pleasing just the same.
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Ah, a poem-shape-shifter poem. Just about surrealist, except that there is this palpable reality throughout. The first half — to my ears — smacks of the school year. Winter break is the watershed (the Continental Divide) of the school year — separating eastward from westward. Then the other divide (North-South… around South Bend, say) where things that used to be flow away, float away… like the self we used to be.
…or something like that. 🙂 There’s a lot of unexplored geography in this poem of yours!
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Rock on
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Just a Note here, if you are using the Newer ‘Word Press
Editor’, you can still revert back to the ‘Admin Version’
And See if you find the Color You Need there.
I’ve Never Moved to the ‘Newer Editor’ as i abhor it;
hehe, So i shed it when it first came out With Winks..
Other than that/this SMiLes When i turned
53.. i stARTed DanCinG in
Public
And
TotAlly
Shed my Age…
i Do DoCument the
Results as i go 10,601 Miles
NoW as Proof of Where i Go
At Least Is irrefutable at 58..
Strangely Enough
A Newer
Version
of
Cher’s
Song
i Still
Turn Back
Time is Playing From Head to toe..
Life is ALWayS A Decision to Shed or
Not to Shed A Dance And SonG NoW..:)
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Thank you for the advice about wp – trouble is, there are no color numbers in the old version to match up. Grrr. LOVE your story – dance on. May I join you?
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Sorry to Hear that
And Always Happy
To Dance
With
Everyone
With SMiLes..:)
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🙂
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:)!
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An interesting take on the prompt. The water shed shedding water both ways and your egghead shedding all memory!! Well done!
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So lovely! Love the egg of remember and that too pink lipstick.
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sheer delight! your poem jumps about, taking two courses like parting pink lips. It is multi-layered in its seeming simplicity and beautifully formed in a meccano of metaphor.
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Memory fragile as an egg, but you remember the shade of pink lipstick. Must have been horrendous 🙂
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The egg of remember rolling away creates such an image…all things that were, and now aren’t, but they still remind us.
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Beautifully eloquent as always, Jilly!
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Such a magnificent write. Poetry at its very best. 🙂
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“That too too pink lipstick”… this really brought me back to a time and placed. Loved everything about this poem.
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Interesting concept of the watershed–summer and winter, divided, but both flowing. And then the poem divided, too. The egg of remember that rolls away like that too pink–but oh so remembered lipstick. Fragile memories, or memories that hatch, like an egg, to form new ones?
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I love “the egg of remember” and that too pink lipstick rolling away.
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