Prompt On Day Three: Rewrite, Replace
Ah Sun-flower! weary of time, Who countest the steps of the Sun: Seeking after that sweet golden clime Where the travellers journey is done. Where the Youth pined away with desire, And the pale Virgin shrouded in snow: Arise from their graves and aspire, Where my Sun-flower wishes to go. Ah! Sun-flower BY WILLIAM BLAKE *** Caramba, wallflower! recharged by sloth, Who ignores the steps of the strident Sun: Hid from intense ignimbrite climes Where no soul ever wants to roam. Only to find the old thrill in inertia, The tanned, deflowered lass naked in the rain: Die of slog in her nascences and belly-flops, Quirky land-- inumbrate flowers refuse to stay. © selma
What a great prompt. Gave me a chance to borrow William Blake’s mind for a
few hours. Yes, it took me a few hours to try to match the master.
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Thanks so much for reading, and happy national poetry writing month.
I’m a simple woman who dares to see the beauty in ordinary. I’d love to connect with you and like pen pals, I want something beautiful to blossom between us. Will you join me? Selma is my middle name. Its meaning—peaceful, complete, are euphoric affirmations I like to think of myself as having. They compliment the joy I feel when I write. I sincerely hope you decide to join me on my writing journey. I Wish You Miracles.
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Lovely Shiney Sun flower. Amazing poem written.
So pleased that you found this one with the flowers lovely, Raj. Thanks for the valuable support. Bless you.
You are most welcome!
Your poem made me smile, Selma, especially ‘Caramba’, which reminded me of Bart Simpson!
Not an easy exercise, you made some interesting word choices. I especially like ‘intense ignimbrite climes’ and the ‘inumbrate flowers’ that refuse to stay.
Caramba! It Carries a lot of weight in annoyance pound, dear Kim. 🙃 it’s quite the opposite of Ah … glad it made you smile. And the other words too big to use a second time. But they worked to give the opposite effect of the tender Blake poem I chose. At least I think so 🤣 thanks for reading and supporting my efforts with you lovely comment. Blessings.
Beautiful bouquet of flowers
Thanks, I thought so too. And it fit nicely into Blake’s poem imagery. Xo
Very welcome, and it does indeed 🙂
Awesome share, enjoyed! 🤩
Thanks Tricia. Thanks for the support, dearie. Xoxo
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the old thrill in inertia–and persistent, too. (K)
Yes, fits like a glove sometimes. Stay away from it, K— as if you needed to be reminded. Poets don’t go there. 😜 blessings.
Selma, well done!
To hear this from you is a delight. I’ll make sure it doesn’t climb to my head. Blessings, Punam. Xoxo
That was awesome, Selma! I loved it!
Yvette M Calleiro 🙂
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To hear you say that, Yvie, 💗
Thanks. You are a gem. Xoxo
Ooh, Blake is a personal favorite of mine. I subscribe to the “thrill in inertia,” which often happens when you read or write: the body doesn’t move but the mind gallops.
The mind gallops, indeed. I know it from experience too. Thanks for reading/commenting, Romana dear. Blessing you.
Point taken with a knowing smile for I am a wallflower on many social occassions 🙂
Glad to be the reminder you needed, Gloria. 😜 xoxo
So well written Selma. 👏🏼
Sadje, you’re too sweet. Xoxo
My pleasure
Well done, Selma.
“The tanned, deflowered lass naked in the rain” – goodness me, that took a saucy turn I didn’t expect! Ha ha 😀 Loving your work, Selma 🙂