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A number of years ago, we had a great poetry forum, but it disappeared when they changed the website. It's good to see it back again. 

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There is no poem to be found. I looked hard. With the obvious symbolism I thought it had a chance.

 

Boat = Their relationship

Cabin sanctum = bedroom where they could usually work things out but now flooded

Storm = Their arguments/fights

Their words cut so deep they spit tears (salt) and blood.

He was most hurt when she laughed at him = You shocked me when you grinned

At the end she was untouched by emotion = How can you not be wet?

And so on...

 

Maybe someone with talent can find the poem but I'm stumped.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Had a few obstacles to get around but I'm back.

 

I would be more than happy to read your poems, Judith. And anyone else's. Other writings you guys are proud of, lead me to them.

 

Now back to work.

 

 

 

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Untitled. 

After third edit

There might be a poem in there. Just need to find it.

Try again tomorrow

 

 

 

Our boat was churned to flotsam 

While we were sound asleep

The cabin was our sanctum

The cabin's now knee-deep

 

Cruel currents throw a tantrum

Limbs tangled in a heap

Whirlpools like flowers blossom

Among walls of water steep

 

Whitecaps now strum rhythm
Great swells are sounding deep

Moonbeams through a prism

I've never seen you weep

 

The sea is now the whirlwind

Rogue waves are now the threats

White water has me pinned

While squalls play castanets

 

You shocked me when you grinned

Your tongue's a bayonet

You're so undisciplined 

How can you not be wet?

 

The boat we built together

We drowned before its time

We thought we'd sail forever

We're cold and stiff as rime.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Okay, I'm going to go with this. I'll leave it for ten days or so and look with fresh eyes.

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Our boat was churned to flotsam;

We were sound asleep.

The cabin was our sanctum;

The cabin's now knee-deep.

 

 

Currents threw a tantrum

Poseidon pitched a fit

Whirlpool flowers blossomed

Then blood and salt we spit.

 

Whitecaps strumming rhythm
Swells now sounding deep

Moonbeams through a prism

I've never seen you weep.

 

You shocked me when you grinned --

Your tongue's a bayonet.

You're so undisciplined, 

How can you not be wet?

 

We foundered in the crosswinds

As squalls played castanets.

 

The boat we built together

We drowned before its time.

We thought we'd sail forever;

We're cold and stiff as rime.

 

 

 

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Beautiful Woman In Colors


There is a beautiful woman in my life

who brings joy to my days.

Every day

I grow more in love with her.

She is Sunshine 

in my juniper forest,

and joy resplendent for my soul.

She has moved into my heart

where she holds court in seafoam

with the mystical water nymphs 

of my virescent island;

inhabiting my consciousness

with the smell of mint;

inhabiting my basil dreams.

She is love 

and emerald hope,

and I can't separate my being from hers.

 

There is a beautiful woman 

in my life

who colors my world 

in hues of red and blue.

In the early morning hours 

I can hear her voice 

prepossessed in periwinkle.

She has moved into my heart,

and she beckons me 

with her lyrics of lilac.

In the afternoon sun 

she comes to me 

in her amaranthine raiment

weaving eastern tales 

of violet stars and crescent moons.

As the sun sets

and the evening sheds her glow,

she lifts her perse veil

drawing me into her eyes;

lost in her countenance 

she colors me in hues of red and blue,

and I can't separate my being from hers.

 

There is a beautiful woman 

in my life

who is the autumn answer to my prayers.

She is a golden dream 

once lost

in October's long ago.

I held her like dandelions 

in my mind;

now I hold her in my heart.

Wrapped in daffodils,

I carry her 

everywhere I go.

I can hear her

steadily beating 

in my sunflower chest.

She speaks to me in mellifluous song.

She warms me 

with her Sunshine,

and has enjoined 

my honey soul;

intimately wound,

and I can't separate my being from hers.


October 15, 2015

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It's so very nice to have this forum available.  Sell expression is good for the soul.  I will be back.

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KATIE

6/23/2011

 

Long ago I held you close,

And hated to let you go.
Then, as you grew I held your hand…

And hoped that you would know.

 

As my shoes became your own I smiled as you played.

M jewels would drape ypur little neck

Dangling as you parade.

The glasses that my mother wore,

Upon your nose I’d find

A little big, but oh, so sweet,

My Mom would be sure glad.

 

The lock of hair, so long and brown, was as much fun for you, as me.

I was so pleased to share it all

And we did it all with glee.

 

You played “dress up” and we did dance

And my pride it had no bounds,

And when you came to Grandma’s house

My world loved you around.

 

The Xmas cookies you learned to make, the spritz—which filled the cans,

Were special treats, as were the eggs,

Dipped with your careful hands.

 

What fun we had

What times we shared

Along with some sad tears,

And crackers and jam…and malted milks,

Will remind me of our years.

 

It is so silly…this Grandma says,

To cry on your going away,

But I’m so blessed…will always have,

The memories that we made.

 

 

From a little girl to a young woman grown,

The years have melted away,

So, enjoy your journey, Katie Dear,

Just make it worth the trip…

Remembering, I held you close and hated to let you go.

Judith J. Hoff
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Thank  you...Glad you liked my "KATIE'" poem......

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I liked how you captured brief moments in time with vivid detail. It is like painting a portrait with words.

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Again, Thank You...I have many other poems on AARP you may enjoy.
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I'm glad to see that "poetry" has been added to the name of this forum. I've not been writing much lately but the urge has returned and I hope to be posting more frequently. Thanks for all the nice poems, Judith. You have inspired me.

 

Frances

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Thanks...I will have to start POSTING AGAIN, BUT THE SITE HAS CHANGE SO MUCH and not as simple anymore.   

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Thank you...I am glad I inspire you...keep writing yourself!!   I love to read it all, too.  Judith1940

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