08 December 2010


And What You've All Been Waiting For . . .

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Please link up your December poems. And please be kind to mine! It barely made it out alive.

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There were three people who e-mailed me back after getting their prompts; so happy were they at their luck this time around. I wish I could say I felt similar elation, but . . .

Someone else pointed out that choosing the prompts is actually harder than writing the poem. Having had one player struggle with one of my questions and another wrestle with one of my words, I totally understand. May the people who provided the following forgive me:

Word: ripening
Question: What keeps a man company in joy and in sorrow?

While youth is ripening on the vine
and wisdom is waiting to spice the wine
Joy and sorrow each bear a cup
for when you are ready to sup.

When age has toasted a life well passed
and patience has tasted the drink at last
Joy and sorrow each take a hand
for then you will understand.

For you and for many this mystery
the glory of God Who is One and three
Joy and sorrow each know this well
but they are waiting to tell.

As has happened once before, I definitely used the word but am not certain I answered the question.


dylan said...

I like your poem, Enbrethiliel. And it's my tendency to notice form before subject, so let me say I like its ingenious meter -- with the last line of each quatrain shorter than the rest! And I think you did answer the question!

And now, for something completely different. Please pardon this consummate piece of effrontery!

Dauvit Balfour said...

Four things:

Of course, my answer to the question was Dylan's word. I like this, not as much as your last one, but I think that last was hard to beat.

Dylan pointed out the short last line. It reminds me of Stevenson's "Requiem". I've no idea if Stevenson is considered a good poet, but I fancy him.

And of course, since I have to refer to my music, the second stanza in particular made me think of CCR's "Someday Never Comes".

And finally (starting paragraphs with a conjunction is a bad habit of mine)... nope, no entry yet, but something to chew on while you wait for an entry, here's an old poem from my college days of versified romanticism, or something. It happens to have my word, and the backstory also answers the question:

Falling snow, fall softly down
And sparkle in her raven hair
Winter wind, slip carefully
Across her face so fair
And bring a rosy glow
Into those cheeks as white as snow
Stars above, look tenderly
Upon this pretty lass of mine
White moonlight, glisten now
Shine in her kind green eyes
Oh show me nothing lovelier
Than this soft and glowing sight
Falling snow, fall softly down
And warm this chilly, winter night.

Salome Ellen said...

This one I want to chew on. I am so overwhelmed with "life stuff' that mine is still just prompts on paper. We'll see if I make the deadline! And I promise to comment better on yours when I have time to think straight.

Enbrethiliel said...


Dylan: Thank you! I can't remember where I first read the form I'm using here, but I remember not liking it the first time. I guess it grew on me! =P

I've just read yours and it is just wonderful!

Dauvit: I haven't read Requiem, but Stevenson is one of my greatest influences, thanks to an old, beloved copy of A Child's Garden of Verses. (Why do I have the feeling he is considered "merely" the Norman Rockwell of poets? LOL!) My second biggest poetic influence is G.K. Chesterton.

Ellen: I'll look forward to reading it whenever you can post it. =)

Dauvit Balfour said...

And here I am, surprised to not be last, and anxious to read the others. Come on y'all, spill.

I hope these are not trite, despite dealing with love and snow. Long time players might notice a few familiar constructions in the second one. I tried to make it its own thing, but it does hearken back to one of my earlier poems.

Still, I like these. I hope you do.

Snow Stories

Enbrethiliel said...


I think most writing eventually hearkens back to earlier drafts--and that that's a good thing.

I left an initial comment, but I'll probably go back and write something again. It's hard to appreciate a poem about snow, I think, when one has never seen the stuff.

Lindsay said...

SORRY! Here's my late submission: http://verysleepypeople.com/2011/01/04/word-question-7/

I'll be back this weekend to comment on everyone's!