dVerse Poets Pub – Meeting the Bar #2

Another entry for the wonderful Golden Shovel poetic form prompt De has given us to use for our poems.  Come and read!  I am linking to:  http://dversepoets.com/2016/05/05/dverse-meeting-the-bar-the-golden-shovel-form/  I seem to have a theme going here:  stars and the night.  I have taken my lines (two lines out of sequence but in order) from Alfred, Lord Tennyson’s  Maud, an extract, section viii

Winter Stars at Night
In spite of the leaving of day and love my heart continues to beat
and to throb in rhythm with the watching stars and to
carry me onward through the night and the
coldness of snow as it falls – noiseless.
I remember the lights and the music
your arms around me and the warmth of
your kiss on my neck – tasting the pearls, the
salt of my skin. Before you left the Night
was bright with chandelier stars and warm and my heart beat
f
ast with the waltz and the oh so happy
music and the lift of the music and the smiling stars.
Now here in the lonely night the stars pulse, timing
their silent heartbeats with
lost and broken things
stumbling in the falling snow, here on the earth below

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free non-commercial use image

Meeting the Bar: Golden Shovel

Today at the dVerse Poets Pub, De (WwhimsyGizmo) has given us the poetic form prompt of Golden Shovel. A most interesting form. You take a line or lines from a favorite poem. Each word becomes the last word of a line of the poem. Come visit us to read this distinct reforming of a poem. I have chosen a favorite haiku by Kobayashi Issa. The italicized words at the end of each line are the words of the haiku. I am linking to: http://dversepoets.com/2016/05/05/dverse-meeting-the-bar-the-golden-shovel-form/

Night Stars
The hot dense time of summer
Wraps my garden in slumberous night
so hot the frogs are silent and even
the cicadas sleep – the
distant black horizon explodes with showers of stars.
alone together, the night and I are
gazing in adoration at the crescent moon – the whispering
footsteps of passing covert deer on their way to
the dreaming creek. A lone mockinbird names each
 in their passing, intimately known to the other.

haiku by Issa written in his own hand

haiku by Issa written in his own hand

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