Crapsey Morley Moore & Levertov
each a Inventive female 'poetic toff'
American cinquain,syllabic&open organic
so let's honour with their portraits pic
Walkers and pickers
Of countrysides, fair.
Sweet briar; cherry blossom.
Trailing arbutus.
Follow. Whilst love-teared, too wide
Struggle most that look to hide.
Tender and nervous.
As rich, thick-scented
Whose rarefied air.
For what burgeons, peculiar
To poetic thought.
Sacred in soul's kindred sense
Breath it in as twere incense.
As devoutness ought.
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The cherish of the pearled constellations reflect
in her eyes, so wondrous her eyes.
It is the hour of the romance of the spring equinox,
the saints are whispering in their night vespers.
Her muse slumbers in a gown of velveteen dreams,
yet, her moonlight-blessed creativity is such
lyrical ecstasy born from her quintessence.
Her gifts of poetry bid me to breathe them in
with their stardust enchantments.
No, she is not mortal,
she pens of not only love's light and stars,
but of humankind and it's folly.
The blithsome moon desires to stay,
as her eternal face of ageless lover's
inspiration will not leave her timeless poetess.
Poetess, oh poetess, reclines on
cumulus clouds of eventide pink and lavender,
that billows so gently from her being.
Rise, dear poetess, and pen more the
mastery of your words, your verse,
til God's gilded dawn. ~
The poetess of optimism, her poems flow buoyant
Portray the positive motif of life in turbulent times
Upholding the convivial sentiment of togetherness
Carolyn Devonshire departed glorifying eternal hope.
The poetess of inspiration, Connie Marcum Wong
Enthralled me with the beauty of nature she framed
Within the word format of solace and joy in poems
That still resonates in my heart although she is gone.
The poetess of brevity, her poems are of few words
With the finesse of a contemporary word artist
Her sensitivity to the travails of our trying times
Heidi Sands appreciably depicts in her poetry.
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December 28, 2022
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And I will say into the end
Farewell, don't promise love forever
I'm going mad or I ascend
to madness in its highest level.
How did you feel? - You had a deal
with ruin, but it's not about it.
How did you feel? - You had to kill,
You killed so clumsily; I don't doubt it.
Oh, cruelty of the miss, there's no
forgiveness for you, body's living,
it walks, it sees the light, what for?
My body's empty and it's grieving.
My temple thinks, and thought surrounds:
my hands are fallen, there's no motion,
obliquely flock of smells and sounds
just go away without emotion.
P.S. This is my translation of poem by Bella Akhmadulina, 1960.
Like on edge of a wetted cloud
I remember your speech, my sound
makes more brighter again your night
than the glory of their daylight.
And we are out of land, you know,
We're so high, like the stars we go.
There's no shame, there is no despair
Now or latter, of course, I dare
And I call you hear all my strive,
You're so real and you're so alive.
And you opened that door, I can't
shut it, I have no strenth for that.
P.S. This my translation of poem by Anna Akhmatova, 26 of November 1945.
Played sweetly
In notes of serenity
Lifting mind before spirit
Body and drifting soul
Rustling leaves my cymbals
Distant thunder the drums
Lightning silver flash
Waking your beautiful eyes
Love sung
From life's guitar
Slender neck and body
Strumming heart chords softly
Jingle jangle memories played
Out loud
Joyous thoughts my tambourine
Living in graceful tempos
Your wispy silken back
My piano
Tracing by ear
Fingers caressing remembered keys
Lips gently press lips
Ringing bells heard over and over
Love now,
Chiming so crystal clear
Copyright © 2014 Robert William Gruhn - All Rights Reserved
"A poem to me is the essence of any thought,
Being built from its foundation into tower scraping sky.
It can fly like no other bird to places never seen,
Even spaceships can only dream of taking its place."
© 2014 Robert William Gruhn
They wove a wordily world
Out of space and sherds of imagination
They wove meanings in mere metaphors
Like spinning spiders
The seer just slept
The poem prospers posthumously
And rake in income post-humorously
S/he died poor but partly NOPE
S/he gave life to you and me
S/he gave a piece of life to us
S/he gave a smile to us
S/he enlightened our dark hearts
Poets and poetesses never die,
They live on shadows and ghosts
In dusts of lively libraries, helly hells and heavenly heavens
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