"Life is the dancer and you are the dance."
— Eckhart Tolle

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

"Bad Storms" NaPoWriMo #13-a partial smorgasbord

White light has hit a Cerulean skyline as pomegranates
have fallen from bare-leafed trees,
splitting open, revealing seeds in the rain, beads of water
slide away in a disarmingly uniform fashion.
Thompson Farms has come to collect wooden crates filled to crest. 
The weather was taking a hard turn that year.
Actually, not much has changed.
Practically nothing more for me to do
but watch TV advertisements.
Marketing strategy is so different these days.
Monopoly is good on afternoons like this. 
Posted by flaubert at 12:02 AM

22 comments:

  1. vivinfranceApril 13, 2011 at 12:36 AM

    I see what you mean by Smorgasbord. Bron Wennyly is Cornish for Brown Willy.

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  2. AnonymousApril 13, 2011 at 2:36 AM

    What a sad poem.

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  3. Madeleine Begun KaneApril 13, 2011 at 2:36 AM

    I love the contrast between the poetic first half and the matter of fact, cynical ending.

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  4. Stan SkiApril 13, 2011 at 2:57 AM

    A break from the rain will be a relief...

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  5. Dave KingApril 13, 2011 at 3:29 AM

    The first half (poetic as Madeleine rightly says) seemed to hold out some hope. It fell away to sadness at the end, I thought.

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  6. Ron.April 13, 2011 at 4:01 AM

    "...a hard turn" indeed. Solid.

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  7. brenda wApril 13, 2011 at 6:33 AM

    I love the image of pomegranates falling against a cerulean sky. I hate Monopoly, but I'd love to play Scrabble with you any day. :)
    ~Brenda

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  8. GloriaApril 13, 2011 at 7:35 AM

    The first four lines are so beautifully written that I can truly see it. As others have said, you then convey a kind of sad acceptance. Using monopoly at the end....excellent! I really enjoyed this one!

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  9. MarianneApril 13, 2011 at 7:43 AM

    Beautiful, beautiful words, one tumbling after another: "a Cerulean skyline as pomegranates have fallen from bare-leafed trees, splitting open, revealing seeds in the rain, beads of water." Love this one, Pamela!

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  10. Andy SewinaApril 13, 2011 at 8:30 AM

    Love the final solution for boredom - Monopoly!

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  11. flaubertApril 13, 2011 at 1:40 PM

    Yes, Viv, this was that prompt from napo last week, where we were to use 7 different elements, well, it did not turn out that way. I threw out 3 of them.

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  12. flaubertApril 13, 2011 at 1:41 PM

    Yes, I know, Tilly.

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  13. flaubertApril 13, 2011 at 4:27 PM

    Thanks Madeleine, I am not particularly pleased with this poem, it is what, it is.

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  14. flaubertApril 13, 2011 at 4:28 PM

    No rain yet, Stan, but it will soon enough.

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  15. flaubertApril 13, 2011 at 5:05 PM

    That it did, Dave.

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  16. flaubertApril 13, 2011 at 5:06 PM

    It is that, Ron.

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  17. flaubertApril 13, 2011 at 8:45 PM

    No real life in this Brenda, well, except for the pomegranate trees. Scrabble is a fine game:)

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  18. flaubertApril 13, 2011 at 9:58 PM

    Gloria, I wasn't planning on it ending up that way.

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  19. flaubertApril 13, 2011 at 10:00 PM

    Marianne, what a nice thing to say.

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  20. flaubertApril 13, 2011 at 10:00 PM

    Boards games can save a boring day, Andy:)

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  21. AnonymousApril 13, 2011 at 10:58 PM

    Oh, Pamela, many was the day I spent a rainy afternoon with my best friend John, playing Monopoly and listening to the drizzle. This was a very nice take on more than the weather!~ Amy

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  22. flaubertApril 13, 2011 at 11:29 PM

    Thanks Amy:)

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