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 September 2015

Impatient for the Inner


quickly she goes,
allegro she cries,
it’s the middle of the night
and she wants her dreaming
to hurry –
to scurry into corners of light
of night, of unbelief
become believable – fast!














Ram's Head, White Hollyhock - Hills, Georgia O'Keeffe, 1935, oil on canvas


This poem was composed at a rush for the Play It Again prompt (allegro), at 'imaginary garden with real toads'. We had to do 8 lines in 1 minute! And we had to include the word 'allegro'. Everything is just as written in that minute – in the middle of the morning, not the night. (The title came later.)

We were invited to choose a painting to use.  I chose this one because it's dreamlike (and because I love Georgia O'Keeffe) but I did that after writing the poem; the poem is not in any way inspired by the painting.

17 comments:

  1. to hurry - to scurry

    love the impatience of this! 60 seconds well spent.

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  2. Think you captured the sense of "allegro" very well... in one minute. Love Georgia O'Keefe's painting with it.

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    1. Thanks, Linda. I thought you'd love Georgia too. (Smile.)

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  3. I could feel the impatience waiting for dreams

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  4. love the dream like quality of it and could feel the pace...

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  5. I love this. So often we are eager for dreams and the alternative it brings.. The eagerness well matched to allegro

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  6. Hurry dreams... yes, I love to get lost in sweet dreams

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  7. What a great combination of word and picture. You capture the dreaded feeling of waking from a nightmare.

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  8. Loe the title, especially.

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  9. Great choice of image to go with your words. You've got that waking-from-dream feel just right.

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  10. In writing the piece according to the rules there is a breathless rush to doing it...You've captured that feeling in the dream feeling. Oddly I didn't feel it was a nightmare. I feel like it was a dream you wanted to rush to and quickly take it to reality.

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    1. Susie, you and others who read it as eagerness for dreaming are quite right: that was what I intended to convey. It is always interesting and instructive, to see in these comments how people understand what one says, and can indicate a need of more work to be clearer! But in this case, that would turn it into a different poem without the one-minute dash.

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    2. PS Re-reading my own work, I see that the other interpretations are valid too. That's fine; each reader can make it their own. :-)

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  11. I love climbing into bed, beginning a thought process .. willing a continuation in dream form. Often it works!

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    1. Ah yes, I used to do that as a child, having what I called 'serial dreams' where I continued a story thread night after night.

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  12. Dream-work is intriguing to me..nicely and quickly gathered!

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