George Seferis, tr. by Edmund Keeley & Philip Sherrard from, “Pantoum.”
Marilyn Hacker, from “Pantoum,” A Stranger's Mirror: New and Selected Poems 1994-2014 (W. W. Norton & Company, 2016)
Trapped in a Nightmare
A pantoum
I am the ghost of oaken thresh. Steal me in your sight. Winnow the slate between these beams. - I’ll never be afar.
Steal me in your sight, Sprint me to the mountain mouth. I’ll never be afar (For my shrouded smoke surrounds).
Sprint me all to the mountain mouth To ridden me away For my shrouded smoke surrounds - Sing as you may, my dear.
To ridden me away: Winnow the slate between these beams, Sing as you may, my dear But I am the ghost of oaken thresh!
Cold Charm
With chilling claws, cackling,
The crisp autumn wind careens.
Through copper leaves, crackling
Adrift the curling navy trees.
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The crisp autumn wind careens,
Craving climate's bitter breast,
Adrift the curling navy trees,
Above the pumpkin crest.
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Craving climate's bitter breast,
A witch enchants the tempest's tail
Above the pumpkin crest,
Towards a shrouded shadow vale.
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A witch enchants the tempest's tail
Through copper leaves, crackling,
Towards a shrouded shadow vale
With chilling claws, cackling.
Westerly Wind
Tonight on my patio, distance sounds like fragments of conversation carried away by a westerly wind through voices whispered in the night Like fragments of conversation, when you reveal yourself to me through voices whispered in the night you fill this empty atmosphere When you reveal yourself to me like smoke drifting from a fire, you fill this empty atmosphere the same way you will find me Like smoke drifting from a fire tonight on my patio, distance sounds the same way you will find me, carried away by a westerly wind
@writerscreed prompt 175: what they cannot see
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Hidden A secret spot A place with no name Inside my heart
A secret spot Built up over years Inside my heart Concrete
Built up over years No one can get there Concrete I am safe
No one can get there This place with no name I am safe Hidden
Time passes Just right here Mornings like butter; evenings Like, tea
Just right here, Soil like blood, Like tea. We are sitting and watching the sunset.
Soil like blood, Like going home like, Sitting and watching the sunset. Laughter like water
Like going home; like how time passes; like laughter; like water like mornings and evenings and butter
-like going home like
Meaningful words flow like water Thoughtful reflections their value bestow Below the surface where strength is found Enriching the soil & soothing the soul.
Thoughtful reflections their value bestow The deeper the drink, the stronger the growth Enriching the soil & soothing the soul Their essence clings to the branches of time.
The deeper the drink, the stronger the growth Collective roots bind the world like rope Their essence clings to the branches of time Regeneration renews the heart of the whole.
Collective roots bind the world like rope Below the surface where strength is found Regeneration renews the heart of the whole Meaningful words flow like water.
Kathryn @rhymingtherapy - January 2019 (my photo)
The If's
The If's chased me down at early sunset
With golden whips they chased me down
Down, there was nothing for me to confess
But the If's drove me out of town
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With golden whips they chased me down
There was something I wasn't to forget
But the If's drove me out of town
And my horizon became silhoutte
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There was something I wasn't to forget
I had it when the If's came down
And my horizon became silhouette
Trying to loop back into town
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I had it when the If's came down
Down, there was nothing for me to confess
Trying to loop back into town
The If's chased me down at early sunset
Giorgos Seferis, from “Pantoum,” Collected Poems (Princeton University Press, 1969)
The Terrible Two
Little Timmy just turned two
He's loosening his parents screws
"No" is his favourite word to use
His parents don't know what to do
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Hes loosening his parents screws
Climbing walls into other rooms
His parents don't know what to do
He's painted all the ceilings blue
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Climbing walls into other rooms
He's wearing nothing but his shoes
He's painted all the ceilings blue
He's burning out his parents fuse
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He's wearing nothing but his shoes
"No" is his favourite word to use
He's burning out his parents fuse
Little Timmy just turned two
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Among the Stars
A camp for souls who live among the stars I’m so happy that I get the chance to go Maybe some of us will get to go to mars One day this will all be so long ago
I’m so happy that I get the chance to go Two weeks of learning of the world above One day this will all be so long ago Like when I saw the sky and fell in love
Two weeks of learning of the world above Working together to discover all Like when I saw the sky and fell in love This is truly a moment for recall
Working together to discover all A camp for those who live among the stars This is truly a moment for recall Maybe some of us will get to go to mars