I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world,
to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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1 November 2011

Beltane Night 2011

All week he’s been full 
of passion and play.
Tonight his back hurts.

I go out to see the moon
but it’s still a wet Spring —
she’s cloud-hidden again.

But I can write poems
in the fertile season,
warm offerings to Life.



Submitted for Poets United's Poetry Pantry #73.

13 comments:

  1. A respite from the week of passion is a welcome change to give time for some poetry! Great verse!

    Hank

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  2. The last two stanzas are so so beautiful...

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  3. love your witty words. smiles.

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  4. welcome sharing a free verse with poets rally today.

    smiles.

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  5. I love the play on words; clever~

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  6. "I can write poems in this fertile season..." Indeed, Rosemary, you can! Lovely. Amy
    http://sharplittlepencil.wordpress.com/2011/11/01/skin-like-a-cloak/

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  7. Thank you, dear Amy. And you too, Ella, PP and Morning.

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  8. So nice to know you are enjoying spring, as winter creeps upon us over here! I love the "cloud-hidden" moon!

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  9. I like the lightness about this - taking what is and accepting it as perfect.The clouds for me acted as symbols of one choice you could have made - to be miserable - but you chose poetry instead, and we all know how good that makes us feel!! Poetry, one of the world's best lovers.

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  10. @Sherry, yes — somewhere in the world it's warm!

    @brokenpenwriter yes indeed, and my enduring passion!

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  11. Re-directed passion? Hm... now there's a thought! LOL

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