A pantoum
Thick smoke rings wafted through the steam Small silver spoon stirred dark Earl Grey Night clouds and hopes lit by moonbeam Recurring thoughts began to fray Small silver spoon stirred dark Earl Grey Gnarled finger clutched by digits slim Recurring thoughts began to fray Wise, pale blue eyes could not see him Gnarled finger clutched by digits slim Grandfather watched the sweet newborn Wise, pale blue eyes could not see him Oh, turns of time had left him worn Grandfather watched the sweet newborn Thick smoke rings wafted through the steam Oh, turns of time had left him worn Night clouds and hopes lit by moonbeam
‘Coming full circle’, a d’Verse prompt
The above poem is my response to the d’Verse ‘coming full circle’ prompt, which instructed poets to circle round and end where their poems begin.
Possibilities included pantoums; villanelles; open forms; or even shape poems, but the goal was to attempt a circular poem where the first line and the last repeat (or are close). We were to think about the journey – where has the poem taken us? How has the meaning of that first line shifted? Has it become more certain or less?
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Wow, your writing is very evocative and so personal! Really enjoy it!
That’s so kind of you, Nancy.
I deeply appreciate your sweet comment.
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David
Just beautiful David and the format lends itself perfectly, for this nostalgic scene. I do like pantoums and villanelles,
for their repetitive style..something about them. makes me feel safe when I read or write them:)
Thank you so much, Karima ❤
Yours,
David
My pleasure David, you painted a tender portrait!❤️
🤗 Karima 🤗
fabulous technique!
Thanks, Reet 😀
Pantoums are a lot of fun, actually!
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David
Life comes full circle. Heartening words with swirls of emotion. Wonderfully written!
Thanks so much, Terveen, truly.
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David
I absolutely love this 💖 what a beautiful Poem 💖
Thank you so much, Krista. This is one of my favorite poems recently 😀
Yours,
David