At dVerse Bjorn is hosting Meeting the Bar with an invitation to write a poem using the form cadralor or to write a poem about the author Abdulrazak Gurnah who won the Nobel Prize in Literature.
dVerse Poets – Meeting the Bar
“The stars, like dust, encircle me in living mists of light ….” Isaac Asimov
Galleons Rising
(1) The place of my being is so deeply wounded,
though unrelated to what we might agree as original
innocence of knowing, perhaps an unknowing if,
truth be told, of all that has passed through me.
(2) What of the night darkened soul that lies behind
my moistened eyes of longing for the white dove,
to see the road clearly now the map has ceased,
while clouds press inwardly to the journey.
(3) Grey winter has pleased not one of its friends,
offering the discomfort of predictable uncertainty,
the continuity of intermittent falling patterns
going deep to the bones of an unframed life.
(4) The eastern shore of the lake clear yet impenetrable
leaving the tortoise to carry its own burdens,
those dreams of galleons rising to the stars far,
collecting surprises along life's paradoxical way.
(5) Do you know the field of expectation's weediness,
un-mended fences demand no sense of belonging,
the place is riddled with interlopers of no conscience,
time to slip away free-range, ebullient, rising.
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This is one of the most impressive of the Cadralors!!!!!
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Wow, thank you so much Helen, very much appreciated.
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Being, uncertainty and belonging are cleverly juxtaposed. Well done.
Much💜love
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Thank you very much for that Gillena, loving your words. Much 💛
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And the adventure now begins:
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Ah Styx, what a great choice of song, and yes, so fits, thank you Lisa much appreciated.
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You’re very welcome.
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wow this is so raw and deeply personal … wishing you comfort in whatever form it comes! Life is always uncertain and belonging nebulous at best … take care precious
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It’s been a rough couple of months for sure, thank you dear Kate.
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do pray that you can retire soon, be gentle with yourself for you are precious!
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Coming soon I think.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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🙂
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Always a pleasure to read and share your posts with followers, Paul!! Have a great weekend!
😊👍✨✨🎉
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The title, artwork, and images work into a powerful and personal cadralor! The final stanza makes me think of ineffective border between U.S. and Mexico.
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O what a mess on the border. Thank you so much for your response, and yes, well spotted, a very personal poem.
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Sail on, Paul!
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Yes, sail on, thank you Lynn
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This one deserves a standing ovation! 💝💝 Each stanza exudes such depth and poignancy.. I especially love; ” What of the night darkened soul that lies behind/ my moistened eyes of longing for the white dove.” 🙂
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Very kind indeed Sanaa, thank you for sharing your response.
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This was fantastic, and an enjoyable read 😀
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Wow, thank you very much for that, much appreciated.
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A deep and personal journey of the writer, like sharing your vision of what has and can be. The wounded being resonates until the decision to slip away free-range, ebullient, rising. I wish you a good weekend.
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A beautiful poem, Paul. It does feel very personal, but the final line is outstanding.
Also, I love the word galleon. It makes me think of the poem The Highwayman, “The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas.”
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O, I do remember that now that you mention that poem, and thank you so much for sharing Merril.
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You’re very welcome.
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I love that image of galleons rising, and how you’ve presented variations on this theme throughout your stanzas. I agree with Merril: a perfect final line!
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Many thanks Ingrid very much appreciated.
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Love the movement in this, the journey, the different places, perhaps in the last stanza, I feel a restlessness, a wish to break camp. Some of us are settlers but there are also those of us who are nomads.
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You have read it well Bjorn always that restlessness to break camp, I am indeed a nomad among settlers 🙂 Thank you for sharing this.
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Uncertainty can keep us unmoored. I love your third stanza.
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Many thanks 🙂
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What an amazing poem
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Thank you indeed
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