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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27 July 2015

This Poem Is a Cup, a Woman, a Late Hour

This poem is a warm cup of cocoa.
This poem is a woman resting.
This poem is a late hour alone.

The cup has been drunk
as she leans against her pillow.
She has almost drained it now.
Its warmth comforts her.
This poem is a warm cup of cocoa.

She decided to come to bed early.
She has propped the pillow
to support her back, so
she can pretend there's no pain.
This poem is a woman resting.

Her eyelids droop. She ought to
close them, she had such good intentions.
But the poem has overtaken her.
She has no-one to tell her, 'Go to sleep.'
This poem is a late hour alone.

This poem is a warm cup of bedtime cocoa.
This poem is a woman resting on her pillow.
This poem is night, is reflection, is a late hour alone.



 At 'imaginary garden with real toads' we are asked to revisit an earlier challenge. I chose Hannah Gosselin's Boomerang Metaphors.  
Thispost is alos linke dto Poets United's Poetry Pantry #262

28 comments:

  1. The poignant imagery comes out beautifully... your poem is indeed a warm cup of cocoa.

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  2. Beautifully done. And, so soothing.

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  3. A perfect picture of a nighttime ritual. Love it!

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  4. I love the art in this ritual~ I now am craving Hot Chocolate~
    This poem feels like a hug.

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  5. This poem is.....absolutely wonderful. I LOVE it! I completely resonate with it..........I wave my magic wand at the pain and make it go away. (Let me know if it works!)

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  6. three subjects rolled into one at the end. the muse is late for the party but who cares :-)

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  7. There is comfort in our daily rituals when you feel all is right in the world.

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  8. I feel the stillness in this poem, Rosemary - the restfulness at the end of the day & the reflectiveness of the late hour!

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  9. This poem is a comfort. Several people have used the word "ritual" to describe this, and I too find it a comforting description, a progression through ritual. Very nice.

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  10. Such a beautiful poem this is :D I like the idea of hot cocoa late at night to help relax and sleep peacefully. Beautifully penned :D

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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  11. Hot cocoa, cant get better than that, and no one to tell her go to bed, how lucky can she get, Enjoyed your poem Rosemary

    i tried my first 'boomerang metaphor' its at Monday WRites today

    much love...

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  12. I do love that alone time for nightly reflection though "She has no-one to tell her, 'Go to sleep.' tugs at the heartstrings...

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  13. Poems can be many wonderful things - I believe you have listed them all

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  14. Each part creates a picture of the whole - one of comfort in solitude.

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  15. Oh, sigh...I connect with her so deeply, Rosemary.

    Thank you, for bringing such beauty to this form. ♥

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  16. This poem is so beautiful and lovely!

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  17. The scene you depict is lovely, a little sad about a woman enduring pain, with only a cup of cocoa as company. But, there is definitely something beautiful about this.

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  18. that alone time is special yet fraught--wanted yet lonely--you describe this all so well. Well done, Rosemary--k.

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  19. The time you describe is so human. Great poem.

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  20. This poem is a warm cozy poem...beautiful Rosemary!

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  21. I enjoyed the imagery here, Rosemary. I found your words to be comforting in a way :)

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  22. I really really like this form for all kinds of reasons. Here it tells a story in pieces and parts but the story is real and breathes along with the woman,

    Elizabeth

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  23. This is lovely. I can imagine "this poem" being spoken in a soft, whispering chant. Wonderful writing!

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  24. this poem is warm & cozy, tender & sweet ... just lovely :)

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  25. I know I enjoy a night alone at times ... I can drink or eat in bed, watch a late movie... kind of fun. :)

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  26. "She has propped the pillow
    to support her back, so
    she can pretend there's no pain."

    There is such joy in seeing ourselves in the words of another, even when it hurts a bit... or a lot. ♥

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    1. Well, I am sorry you are in that posiition, yet glad to have brought you the joy of fellow-feeling!

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