Sunday, April 15, 2018

Poets United -- TRAVERSE THE VERSE/ The Sunday Whirl Wordle 347 -- PRAY TO GOD THAT HE FORGIVE US ALL/ Imaginary garadens with real toads -- THE TEXTURE OF MY LIFE/

The Sunday Whirl

Walk a million miles
Across the sand
Torrid heat
Dress appropriately
Black head to toe
A black umbrella

I saw you once
You burned an image
In my brain
Were you with someone
Or a part of a special sect
What a tale you told
As you walked alone

I confess
There was a spring in your step
Did anyone advise
To check your gear
Was it your first time
In the desert
Your hands were empty
Except for the black umbrella

You return to me
A treat to think you made it all the way
A feat I could not do myself
Perhaps you aligned yourself
With the task and needed nothing else
Dressed in black
With your black umbrella

April 15, 2018


Imaginary Gardens with Real Toads

No man is without stain
Be it of any color
For any offence

I cannot say what made the support give way
The ship toppled
The crew drowned

It can happen that way
Pray to God that he forgive us all
No man is without stain

Who is to say
What color is worse
Or do rainbows fade
And broken hearts lose their way

Do sailors return
After their ships sink at sea
Are we all washed clean
White as a new driven snow
Pray to God that he forgive us all

April 15, 2018

OKAY SO MY CHALLENGE today is: read these three poems:
1. The Ballad Of The Proverbs - Poem by François Villon
2. Epitaph In The Form Of A Ballade - Poem by François Villon
3. The Ballad Of Villon And Fat Madge - Poem by François Villon

CHOOSE: one that you like and,
DISTIL: from one of them, a quote.
CONSTRUCT: based on your understanding or appreciation of the quote, a new poem, using any Poetry form you choose. 
PLEASE: stay within 100 words.
SHARE: and add a link to the Villon poem you chose.
PREFACE: your newly written poem, with your quote and with credit given to François Villon
READ the poems of fellow poets in the linky.

Epitaph In The Form Of A Ballade - Poem by François Villon

“But pray to God that he forgive us all.” 


The texture of the moment
Can sting like nettles
Of the hour
Can sting like ants or bees
The texture of the morning
Can seem varied
The texture of the afternoon
Cannot be predicted

Can we sum up the texture of the day
Sometimes rough, sometimes smooth
The texture of the night
Can also vary from bumpy to silky
It can be soft like a kitten’s fur
Or is can seem stormy
Keep you awake the whole night through

So many things can effect texture
And on the flip side of the coin

Texture is based on feelings
We have all experienced them
So when we think of someone 
As rough as a cob
Perhaps we will remember 
What makes her so

April 15, 2018


Kerry O'Connor said...

Each poem is a unique offering, Annell. You gave me something to think about.

brenda w said...

The imagery is strong in your whirl poem, Annell. The Texture of My Life reads like a classic or an adage even. Nicely done!

gillena cox said...

Beautiful poems today Annell.
Re the prompt for imaginary garden. I really luv stanza 2 for its metaphorical quality. Its levels and depth. Thank you for responding. Your poem is well wrought around the Villion quote you chose


Anonymous said...

I find it amazing that you did three poems. I hail and salute you. I especially like that last line about the texture we might judge, rather than attempt to understand,


Sherry Blue Sky said...

Each poem so wonderful. The first is my favourite. I love the image of the person in the desert carrying a black umbrella.

Jae Rose said...

I too was captivated by your first poem - that black umbrella is haunting

Ellecee said...

I enjoyed your poems, how fruitful you are today! I, too, like the man with the black umbrella. As to today's prompt with the toads,
I especially like your words "no man is without stain"and the question " After their ships sink at sea Are we all washed clean"

Sanaa Rizvi said...

This is beautifully evocative!💜 May God heed our prayers.

Margaret said...

Are we all washed clean? Truly God reads hearts and who are we to ever know? Lovely poem!

ayala said...

I love the image of the black umbrella. Lovely poems.

R.K. Garon said...

Wow! The "desert heat vs wearing and covered with Black" kept the undertow of this piece very strong.
You must be eating your Wheaties. : ) Another wonderful visit with creative surprises.

Myrna R. said...

I envy your creativity. How wonderful to able to respond to all these prompts. I like the black umbrella but really appreciate too the texture you use in your words. Texture is the lens of your life, I can tell. I enjoyed reading this post so much today. Thank you Annell.

Marianne said...

Texture is an incredibly important component in writing. It can add interest. And so many unique variations.

Vivian Zems said...

You've done so well here with both poems. Giving texture to things give them new meaning. An apt warning and entreaty in the first poem- May God indeed forgive us.

Wendy Bourke said...

Some very striking and visual pieces here - imbued with stunning imagery.

Mary said...

Very striking poems, Annell!

Toni Spencer said...

Beautiful and striking poems. Wow. You did more than one!

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

You burnt the woman with the black umbrella into my brain too. (You don't specify a woman ... but I can see her!) And you did wonderful things with the quote from Villon.

Anonymous said...

i am not equiped for a desert crossing, yet the sand of life is getting deeper.
perhaps the forgiveness is the removal of colors.
may i enjoy all the textures of life. cats tongues on up!
good write here Anell!

Magical Mystical Teacher said...

Dressed in black and protected by a black umbrella may not be the most appropriate way to negotiate the wilderness, but everyone has his or her own method for sidestepping obstacles, so who am I to judge? Whatever works!

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