To read a book and have a look into someone else's life is a simple pleasure. For awhile, a micro-life. someone else's wife, her soul, and the holes in her heart... I relate and become the main character in the novel. I choose an actor for my hero. But, it's my life now. All the intricacies of seas of beyond the mists of time and texture. Where women wear furs and men trade what is under them for "goods". It's a good book. I'm half-way through, "My Sister the Moon". I'm there in trouble and love it. She is strong and fights back. Kiin has wisdom beyond her years and the ability to conquer her fears. I'm enjoying this book, I hope it never ends. But, like all good things, I will pass it on so someone else may be alive and survive in Kiin"s life.
I thought of "Micro-life" because Paul and his father had a fight and Paul accused his father of micro managing everything. Well, I waiting for a chance to use the word "micro" and it worked perfectly in this little ditty. LOL
I loved the imagery. I actually looked out my window to make sure it wasn't raining. I expecially liked...streams through eroded gouges in the road... I could see the streams coming down my road. Good job.
My simple pleasures are my favorite ones, the fresh, crisp air of fall, the leaves so bright the taste of morning tea upon my tongue, hot showers, chocolate, my bed at night.
I cannot choose one, two, or even more, For all are special each one in its time. the gloriousness of sunsets I adore, the smell of salt sea air, each breath sublime.
The happiest of all is that they come so often, some do each and every day what luxury, what awesomeness, each plum so ripe and juicy tasting in its way.
Life pours so much into my brimming cup I think that I can never drink it up.
I first read this on my phone. It made me realize how much of poetry is visual. In one direction the lines wrapped, in the other I could only see one stanza at a time. A sonnet is beautiful, not only in its words but in its form.
And I love yours. I had a hard time deciding on which "simple pleasure" to use, but since I had just returned from walk when I sat down to write, I used it. And yes, they are there every day if you look for them. The first stanza is my favorite. You fill my senses with so many simple pleasurs
Fun to write a sonnet now and then. This one just popped out as I thought about Simple Pleasures and even though Stephen was listening to the news at the time, somehow it just kept on coming. I was however able to finish it in a silence for which I was grateful.
I love writing in form. Even when I don't use a form, I give it form, syllables, beats, repetition, something. I feel like I am building a house. Even if my house is unique, it has a plan.
Thanks for your kind words. I too like the sense of a form and always like you feel it even if there isn't a defined form to what I am writing. It is part of the shape of the poem whether or not it is defined in form. It is what I hear as I write.Bet that's true for you too.
To read a book
ReplyDeleteand have a look
into someone else's life
is a simple pleasure.
For awhile,
a micro-life.
someone else's wife,
her soul,
and the holes in her heart...
I relate and become
the main character in the novel.
I choose an actor for my hero.
But, it's my life now.
All the intricacies of seas of beyond the mists
of time and texture.
Where women wear furs
and men trade what is under them for "goods".
It's a good book.
I'm half-way through,
"My Sister the Moon".
I'm there in trouble and love it.
She is strong and fights back.
Kiin has wisdom beyond her years
and the ability to conquer her fears.
I'm enjoying this book,
I hope it never ends.
But, like all good things,
I will pass it on
so someone else
may be alive
and survive in Kiin"s life.
I particularly love "a micro-life / someone else's wife." Yes, reading is one of my most simple pleasures.
ReplyDeleteI thought of "Micro-life" because Paul and his father had a fight and Paul accused his father of micro managing everything. Well, I waiting for a chance to use the word "micro" and it worked perfectly in this little ditty. LOL
DeleteNice job! I will post something soon too. Enjoyed the feeling of being there with you as you experienced it.
ReplyDeleteI await one of your awesome poems, Tasha. I am real glad you are here to keep this going!!!
DeleteA SIMPLE PLEASURE
ReplyDeletea 5/4 poem
Tie shoelaces,
look out the window,
prepare for morning hike.
Rain patters
in the driveway.
Should I go or stay?
Disappointment showers
my body.
My umbrella
in hand I walk up
the mountain,
see morning
glories in bloom,
hike nature's tunnels
under sheltering trees.
Tall cattails
shimmer sprinkles.
Rain meanders, streams
through eroded gouges
in the road.
Listen to
raindrops patter
on my umbrella.
I ramble home, refreshed
for the day.
I loved the imagery. I actually looked out my window to make sure it wasn't raining. I expecially liked...streams through eroded gouges in the road... I could see the streams coming down my road. Good job.
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ReplyDeleteMy simple pleasures are my favorite ones,
the fresh, crisp air of fall, the leaves so bright
the taste of morning tea upon my tongue,
hot showers, chocolate, my bed at night.
I cannot choose one, two, or even more,
For all are special each one in its time.
the gloriousness of sunsets I adore,
the smell of salt sea air, each breath sublime.
The happiest of all is that they come
so often, some do each and every day
what luxury, what awesomeness, each plum
so ripe and juicy tasting in its way.
Life pours so much into my brimming cup
I think that I can never drink it up.
I first read this on my phone. It made me realize how much of poetry is visual. In one direction the lines wrapped, in the other I could only see one stanza at a time. A sonnet is beautiful, not only in its words but in its form.
DeleteAnd I love yours. I had a hard time deciding on which "simple pleasure" to use, but since I had just returned from walk when I sat down to write, I used it. And yes, they are there every day if you look for them. The first stanza is my favorite. You fill my senses with so many simple pleasurs
"pleasures." that is. But the darn thing won't let me edit. LOL.
DeleteFun to write a sonnet now and then. This one just popped out as I thought about Simple Pleasures and even though Stephen was listening to the news at the time, somehow it just kept on coming. I was however able to finish it in a silence for which I was grateful.
ReplyDeleteI love writing in form. Even when I don't use a form, I give it form, syllables, beats, repetition, something. I feel like I am building a house. Even if my house is unique, it has a plan.
DeleteThanks for your kind words. I too like the sense of a form and always like you feel it even if there isn't a defined form to what I am writing. It is part of the shape of the poem whether or not it is defined in form. It is what I hear as I write.Bet that's true for you too.
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