Words of a painter about art, painting and other thoughts about life, death and things that get in the way. I began my blog 2010.
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Thursday September 2, 2010 Magpie 30
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1) Write a poem or short vignette using the picture featured in this post as your inspiration. Feel free to take the photo to use for your post.
2) Link back to Magpie Tales from your post.
3) Sign up in the Mr. Linky list, linking directly to your post, AFTER you've posted.
3) Post your piece on your blog no later than 8:00 a.m. EST Tuesday.
A RELATIONSHIP IN AUTUMN
You are the apple,
That hung on the tree,
You laughed and smiled and
Winked at me.
And now, I shall eat you,
Don't you see.
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I would like to add a quote by Denise Levertov, describing the "rhythm of the inner voice of the poet," she explains the gift further:
What it means to me is that a poet, a verbal kind of person, is constantly talking to himself, inside of himself, constantly approximating and evaluating and trying to grasp his experience in words And the 'sound' inside his head of that voice is not necessarily identical with his literal speaking voice, nor is his inner vocabulary identical with that which he uses in conversation. At their best sound and words are song, not speech. The written poem is then a record of that inner song.
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24 comments:
nice. you are my first of this magpie...nice write...i could read this a could ways...in the light side of my mind i am happy to be consumed...in the dark, i am now shivering...smiles.
I am laughing and winking. and smiling! I like!
I love this, Annelle!
apples smile and wink! I love it!
I am going to borrow that and say that to my husband this weekend ;)
love this and I love the quote - the inner voice..yes, like a song it speaks..bkm
Wonderfully light and happy. Love the song it makes as it stands up from the page. And I do so love that quote, inner voice singing, yes!!!
Elizabeth
This one's so charming. It reminds me of a poem from my childhood, maybe a Rachel Field, perhaps?
Two levels here, as you hinted by quoting Denise Levertov. Your inner song is of the seductress, but you are Black Widow spider who eats her mate. Poor old apple. Bad press in the Bible and damned forever.
But like all men, I take the bite and the risk! LOL.
I love this. Apples do have seductive qualities.
lol...apples are deliciously appealing, especially when they are still on the tree
This was very cute. Please tell that apple to hurry Autumn along we are waiting for it!
Love your poem! And the quote as well...
Poor apple! But I suppose it was his destiny! I liked your quote about poets' inner voices. Very apt.
Beautifully layered and spun.
Nice Magpie.
This is about more than the apple, I love your words and the quote is so good. "The written poem is then a record of that inner song"
that's very spicy tale.
I love his poem :) and the poet descrition speaks to my heart...Thats EXACTLY it...explained in words :)
Lovely rhythm. I did enjoy this Magpie
She bites!
Love this Annell. Poets always banter with the words, playing with them in their mind. How they taste, they feel, they smell.
This is the kind of poem one could memorize and pull out of one's pocket anytime. I like the playful quality of it.
yay! Crispy and succinct! I enjoyed it!
A joyous poem!
And thank you for the quote following your poem; it is marvelous too.
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