Wilting am I like a flower in Fall
Quilting my blanket of sorrow
Tilting my focus away from joy
Lilting tones escape from the radio
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Rejection has visited this tired old soul
Dejection my fated life’s call
Affection is the longing of my heart
Perfection desired is the cause of my fall
~~
© Carol Campbell 2015
The Prompt from: http://dversepoets.com/2015/10/29/open-link-night-158/#comment-102335 Is Melancholia. Thank you, Bjorn Rudberg
I love the first two lines, what a picture they make! Lovely and then such a twist that wrenches the heart 🙂
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Your comments are always appreciated! 🙂
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Thank you!
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Really enjoyed your word usage in this poem….and it all made sense! Smiles.
I think a lot of people seek perfection until thy realize that it is not attainable in the end.
I hope focus can tilt toward joy again soon.
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It has. Thank Goad and you for the great comment! 🙂
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Such an intense poem… I could feel emotion in every line. Beautiful work 🙂
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I am grateful, Sanaa!
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I like your ‘sound association’ pictures: quilting, tilting, lilting and then the second stanza with rejection, dejection etc. It’s a great way to loosen up the mind and tongue and give rise to new poetic associations!
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Am most appreciative. I liked it too!
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Quite simply fantastic and I love the rhyming scheme!
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I do too! Really enjoyed writing it!
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Fantastic! Stunning piece of poetry.
Such an incredible imagery of deep and deep soul rhythm. 🙂
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Oh my! Thank you very much! 🙂
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You are welcome.
🙂
P.S Stop by my page and read my new Halloween poem. It’s my own spin on the 31st. 🙂
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Okay will do!
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Its hard to find perfection in this life and one will surely be disappointed if one pursues it ~ I specially like this part:
Affection is the longing of my heart
Thanks for linking up with D\verse ~
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Thank you! It has been my pleasure!
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The search for perfection, what downfall.. what sadness it has to be so, wonderful rhymes and choices of word, that enhance the sadness.
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Thank you for the wonderful word prompt!
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each year we come out of our droopy days of fall to go into the dreary days of winter. seems like that’s all life is, some kind of death. but that changes too. then comes the spring…………….
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True!
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Why do we “tilt” ourselves away from joy? It makes no sense but I do it too…and then get droopy. And that last line…it will do us in every time! Great poem, Carol.
Gayle ~
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Thank you for a lovely comment!
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I particularly loved the first stanza—beautifully penned
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Am grateful for your visit!
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Recognizing it is perhaps the first step towards healing.. nicely done.
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Am very grateful for your visit! 🙂
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Excellent, this is wonderful in technique and in feeling. Hope you get out of that space though.
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I am. It was a memory. Thank you for your kind words!
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In pursuit of perfection, learn from rejection, but do not embrace dejection.
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Exactly!
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Wise words in this lovely poem.
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Thanks, Misky!
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I relate to this, very lovely how you penned it
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Grateful for your nice comment! 🙂
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Sometimes it is unfair to expect too much on others!
Hank
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True!
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Oh.. perfection.. the monster of human
life that limits freedoms in all ways
of life..
A defense mechanism
for fear of loss
of some
kind.. most
often.. perhaps
in my case.. a three
year-old’s.. idol of father
who leaves early
to make
more
money..
Anyway.. after five
LonG decades.. i learn to
treasure imperfection..
a flake of vinyl siding
paint falls off..
i refuse to
fix
the cosmetic
imperfection.. the same
with scratches on car.. lovely
scratches they are now.. as before
i could worry over one small one
an entire day..
it’s in the brain..
neurochemicals..
S E R O T O N i N
of trust in nature
and comfort.. truly
THE COMFORTER..
of letting go..
just flowing
and somehow
perfection comes
back as practice
and
never goal..
in Zen Art.. imperfectgion
is practiced and honored
as is..
to grow a soul
without limits
or expectations now..
smiles my friend.. and
best wishes in growing
free.. as Living Tree
never worrying
over
fall
leaves..
Winter BliSs
iS posSiBle..:)
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Fantastic comment! Thank you so very much!
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Smiles.. Thanks for the inspiration of your poetry.. My friend..:)
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I like this poem, mostly because of the rhyme scheme, and the lyrical tempo. The last two lines give it meaning, for me:
Affection is the longing of my heart
Perfection desired is the cause of my fall
Nice work! Lupita (www.NotEnoughPoetry.com)
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Thank you, Lupita!
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