At dVerse Merril is hosting poetics with an invitation to write an ekphrastic poem offering a choice of four artworks. For more detail follow the link below.
dVerse Poets – Poetics – The Landscape Sleeps, Ekphrastic Prompt
I have chosen to work with John Atkinson Grimshaw’s ‘A November Morning’
“There is harmony in autumn, and a lustre in the sky ….” Percy Bysshe Shelley
A Mere Sequence Autumn strips me bare, my body crisp and cool, like my footfall on a cinder lane as I jar along the road of bones, a calendar of seasons, now arrested in dapple for the briefest fleet, a mere sequence in the scheme unknown to mortals, evidenced only by the falling leaves who whisper until I notice that nothing is permanent and, how light I am. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
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Oh–those last two lines are wonderful, Paul. The whole poem is lovely. 💙 Thank you!
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Many thanks Merril, appreciate this very much.
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You’re very welcome, Paul.
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I love the movement of this poem and where it landed, which was a welcome surprise!
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Wow, that is something, thank you for sharing the affect Liz.
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You’re welcome, Paul.
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Lovely!
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Many thanks Rupali.
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Beautiful and I love the last two line ❤
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Thank you so much for this. 🙂
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Excellent writing Paul, you not only captured the image, but I think you carried through nicely on the Shelly quote.
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Thank you very much Rob, heartened by this. Thank you for noticing the quote too.
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“as I jar along the road of bones” Chilling lines, I read this poem several times trying to interpret it. I assume you are speaking of the trees and leaves but it is so metaphoric and I would hate to put this piece in a box.
Nice write you have here ❤
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thank you for engaging so deeply with this. It is indeed a metaphor and could work as metaphor just for the trees as stark reminders of autumn, or that there is some deeper sense in me (I know it to be the latter of course, feelings are such good barometers aren’t they?) Change, thwarted ego, disillusionment, but it wasn’t a darkness or oppressive, just a noticing. I can only say it fell on me as a poem, I was in a very contemplative space that day so that would be it. Really appreciate your comment. 😊
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I love the last two lines, beautiful!
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i’m so glad you like those lines, thank you so much Amy.
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Lovely. Loved the last two lines.
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Thank you for sharing this, very much appreciated.
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My pleasure.
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Many thanks 🙂
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Beautiful
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