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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26 November 2013

The House Remixed (twice)

The day 25 prompt from Poetic Asides November Poem A Day Chapbook Challenge is to remix a previous poem —and various ways are suggested. I took a long piece of free verse — my ekphrastic poem of day 11 — and turned it into two different short, formal pieces.  


I dream of a house
on a cliff above the sea,
forest at its back
and green grass all around it.
I dream it waits for me there.

(My own invention: 3 lines, 3 rhymes, 8 syllables per line.)

The house above the sea is old.
Its big windows gaze from the cliff
and the forest rises behind.

I wonder has the house been told
that I’m the one it waits for; if
it knows that it is mine to find?

I dreamed of it always: the gold
sunlight, the breeze a little stiff,
the sea shining … time out of mind.

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