Gather my emotions here
Where they’re sheltered from my fear,
Where a rich serenity
Holds me like a friend who’s near.
When snow rests upon the bloom
May it see beyond the tomb.
Spring sings of fresh liberty,
Gathers life and gives it room.
Text: Linked to dVerse Quadrille hosted by Lillian. The 44-word poem must contain some variation of the word “gather”. The form I am using is a variation on the rubaiyat which I will be featuring this Thursday.
Photos: “Gathering of Blue Blooms and Snow”, above, “Spring Beginnings”, below.
I really love the two meanings of gather you used here.
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I’m glad. Thank you, Bjorn!
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Always enjoy this form and that second picture is a feast for the eyes! Nice
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I’m glad you liked the photo as well, Jilly! Thank you!
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“Spring sings of fresh liberty…..” Oh YES! I especially love walking outside this time of year….when suddenly the sun is warm enough that you don’t need a heave coat and suddenly women with swollen bellies appear…their pregnancies hidden under winter coats, now bloomed for all to see 🙂
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This is a nice time to walk. I spent most of Sunday afternoon on trails. Thank you, Lillian!
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Picturesque metaphors!👍
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Thank you!
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With snow resting upon the bloom, you do a good job here showing that the snow is not there to stifle but to gently protect, attracted, as we are, to the beauty.
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That is a good way of see it. Thank you, Amaya!
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Lovely sentiments, Frank.
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Thank you, Jane!
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🙂
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I love the trust in this poem.
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I’m glad. Thank you, Sarah!
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Such a pleasing rhythm to this poetic form. Music to my ears.
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I like the sound of this form as well. Thank you, Beverly!
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Lovely words, lovely thoughts!
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Thank you, Linda!
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My pleasure!
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I love both stanzas of Gather. The first stanza feels the security, the second stanza feels freedom.
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I am glad you liked them, Miriam! Thank you!
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You’re welcome, Frank!
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Lovely writing!
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Thank you, Jo!
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kaykuala
Spring sings of fresh liberty,
Gathers life and gives it room.
Spring’s greenery and colors are always favored more than the other season’s.
Hank
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It seems the brightest season. Thank you, Hank!
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The overall effect is soothing and sheltering. Ahh.
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That was my intent. Thank you!
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We have the same weather here – snow melting and spring’s coming ~
Love your photo, poetic form and these lines:
Spring sings of fresh liberty,
Gathers life and gives it room.
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Thank you, Grace! I am glad you liked the photo as well.
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Gorgeous sound and a comforting feel to this poem.
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Thank you!
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I always strove to see beyond winter’s tomb when I lived in the north. The blooms unhindered by the cold reality of snow. In fact, poetry came freely with ice (and not in a glass).
Beautiful poem – beautiful images.
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Thank you, Charley! Winter does bring its own form of poetry.
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Mostly shivers! 🙂
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Your poem reads like a prayer, Frank. I especially enjoyed the second stanza.
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Thank you, Kim!
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“…Gather my emotions here
Where they’re sheltered from my fear….” I love these lines.
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I am glad. Thank you, Vivian!
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😊
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I love the AABA rhyme scheme that you use so well.
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That unrhymed line sometimes bothers me, but the meter holds the form together. Thank you!
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to be safe and serene is the ultimate friendship with one’s self. love the second verse very much, the ripeness of spring eloquently written
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Thank you, Gina!
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So much love for this line:
May it see beyond the tomb.
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There’s much to see beyond the tomb. Thank you!
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I love the idea of serenity holding us like a friend who is near :o)
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I think it does. Thank you, Xenia!
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Lovely piece Frank, the second stanza has a touch of Emily Dickinson about it – ‘When snow rests upon the bloom
May it see beyond the tomb’ – and I was looking for a suitable example – and came upon 1755 – ‘To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, / One clover, and a bee. / And revery. / The revery alone will do, / If bees are few. ‘
Terrific photos too.
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Yes, I remember that Dickinson poem. I am glad mine suggest that poem to you. Thank you, Peter!
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Lovely poem–like a hymn. Wonderful photos, too.
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Thank you, Merril!
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So glad you wrote the rubiyat with this prompt. That prompt tempts me though I’ve told myself only one post a week. We’ll see who wins out.
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One post is a lot to do a week. I hope your new book is progressing well. Thank you, Victoria!
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This is very beautiful, Frank.
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Thank you, Robbie!
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To gather life and give it room–beautiful. (K)
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Thank you, Kerfe!
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I like this format, new for me (not the quadrille, the rhyming pattern). And that in the end, there’s room.
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It’s a variation on the rubaiyat. I will be featuring such variations tomorrow at dVerse. Thank you!
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Huwoman FLoWeRS
Colors oF EMoTioNS
SPRiNG
STaY
WiNTeR
WArM to:
AWay From: Fear..:)
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Away from fear is a good description of spring. Thank you, Fred!
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FroZen
FearS
MeLTSPRinG..:)
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I like the way the second stanza mirrors the first with the new hope of Spring.
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It does mirror the first one as you mentioned. Thank you, Mish!
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