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Autumn Whisper

i know one thing
the crystal moon
of autumn, the fire,
the ash, everything
that exists, aromas,
light, metals, stop me
little by little, suddenly
the wind passes through
me, at the heart, where
i remember each hour,
sweetness, each day,
love repeated, nothing
is forgotten, love feeds
on love, beloved,
as long as it will

~kat

A Black Out poem for this weeks Sunday Writing Prompt inspired by the song “If You Forget Me” by Pablo Neruda, (full lyrics with Blacked Out words in bold text below) by Mind, Love Misery’s Menagerie.


If You Forget Me

By Pablo Neruda

I want you to know

one thing.

You know how this is:

if I look

at the crystal moon, at the red branch

of the slow autumn at my window,

if I touch

near the fire

the impalpable ash

or the wrinkled body of the log,

everything carries me to you,

as if everything that exists,

aromas, light, metals,

were little boats

that sail

toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,

if little by little you stop loving me

I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly

you forget me

do not look for me,

for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,

the wind of banners

that passes through my life,

and you decide

to leave me at the shore

of the heart where I have roots,

remember

that on that day,

at that hour,

I shall lift my arms

and my roots will set off

to seek another land.

But

if each day,

each hour,

you feel that you are destined for me

with implacable sweetness,

if each day a flower

climbs up to your lips to seek me,

ah my love, ah my own,

in me all that fire is repeated,

in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten, my love feeds on your love, beloved,

and as long as you live it will be in your arms

without leaving mine.


September Poem #9

perfect
a noun or verb
it doesn’t really matter
perfection can’t be perfected
when it doesn’t exist

~kat


September Poem #8

poet
weaver of words
mastering rhymes and meters
soul whisperers who bear witness
silence is not golden

~kat

Continuing the Pensée this month. I really like the syllable count of this obscure little form: 2-4-7-8-6, as well as the theme suggestions:
line 1 is the subject;
line 2 gives description;
line 3, action;
line 4, the setting;
line 5, final thought.

It is also interesting to note the definition and etymology from Britannica.com of the word pensée, which no doubt was inspiration for this form:

Pensée, (French: literally, “thought”) a thought expressed in literary form. A pensée can be short and in a specific form, such as an aphorism or epigram, or it can be as long as a paragraph or a page. The term originated with French mathematician and philosopher Blaise Pascal, whose Pensées (1670) was a collection of some 800 to 1,000 notes and manuscript fragments expressing his religious beliefs. The form was particularly popular in French literature, as in Denis Diderot’s Pensées philosophiques (1746).

Now you know the rest of the story. And I have found one more reason to love this poetry form even more! 😊


September Poem #7

heartless
self-absorbed fool
nothing is more important than
well, you know who, unless, of course…
right…there is no unless

~kat


September Poem #6

summer
relentless heat
endless days dogged by humid,
sweltering, torridity, but
global warming’s a hoax

~kat