Raindrops linger in a
Caressing slide down
Purple trumpet petals.
Petals are lavender tutus
Worn by fae ballerinas
In endless pirouhette.
Pirouhette in the rain,
Cool on a hot brow,
Steamy from summer fun.
Fun is full moon magic,
On a long bright night.
Dew falls like raindrops.
Copyright 2015 Brenda Davis Harsham
Note: This poem is my variant of a chain poem. The last word of the stanza is used to start the next stanza, and then the last word of the poem loops back to the first word. Tonight my daughter couldn’t sleep with the full moon shining through her window. It’s the first full moon she ever remembers seeing, and it has a special magic for her. Do you remember seeing your first full moon?
Plus, YEAH to Carly Lloyd who again slotted home a Penalty Kick, leading the women’s U.S. soccer team to a semi-final win against Germany. Yeah to the whole U.S. women’s soccer team!! The final of the women’s world cup is Sunday, and I wish I could be there!!
Thanks for the like! You’re poetry is very interesting. I’ve never seen chain poetry before! Keep up the good work! 🙂
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Thanks! Almost every time I try something new, I google it, and find it’s similar to another form. So I identify it, and that helps me remember it all myself. Your saskatoons look remarkably like blueberries.
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It’s great that you understand the particular style of poetry before trying it. Many people attempt something new without giving it some thought first. (heaven knows I do that a lot!) It’s great to head into the unknown but being prepared and educated is just as important. And yes. They are very similar in shape and colour. But the taste is muskier. Blueberries have a crisp, sweet flavour but Saskatoons have more of a grape taste. They’re very popular up here in the Canadian Prairies. In fact, they’re a traditional food for the First Nations. They make very good jams and pies as well. If you ever come to the prairies, be sure to take some home with you! 🙂
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I certainly will look forward to that. I liked your taking a nap in the row. That was so peaceful and relaxed.
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Splendiferous 🙂 I need to visit more often…I always leave with a 😀 😀 😀
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Excellent, I’m so glad you do!
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You can almost smell the scent of the rain and flowers in this one! The poem makes a vivid imagery!
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I’m afraid the England team piled more misery on the German team yesterday. I hope you enjoy your final today.
xxx Huge Hugs xxx
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Woo-hoo!! What a game tonight! That was so fun to watch. I hope it converts a whole new generation of soccer lovers in the US.
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Oh, and I was not surprised the English team beat Germany. About time!
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I don’t think I remember my first full moon… I’m glad it was a magical moment for your daughter. She needs to always hold on to those!
Fun is full moon magic,
On a long bright night.
Dew falls like raindrops.
I loved that.
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Cool summer nights are magic. My daughter may not remember seeing her first moon. I hope to remember for her. She can be in our clan, and she gets the ginger bonus!
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Lovely words, Brenda. 🙂
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Thanks! You always have beautiful poetry, too. Sigh of pleasure.
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I like all kinds of fun descriptions incorporating senses with nature. Slipping and caressing along with lavender tutus, so wonderful and imaginative, Brenda. Love the fact your daughter sees the moon’s features and glad there are 2 in one lucky month of July.
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You are a careful reader. I like that about you, Robin. Your comments are always chock-full of tidbits. I hope you’re enjoying summer. So many festivals, street fairs, concerts and beach trips. Summer always flies by too fast.
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I like you for so many reasons I cannot count them, Brenda. ♡ xo
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Aw, so sweet! XOXO
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This post will be a lovely reminder for your daughter of her first full moon experience. I have forgotten mine but I do remember the thrill of seeing harvest moons during my younger years.
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I remember the first time I studied the full moon, and I tried to see the face in it. She had no such trouble, she could see the eyes and mouth right away.
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Awww….. sweet.
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I love this and can see them dancing…what a lovely poem Brenda. ❤
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Thanks, Gigi, glad you like it! 🙂
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Petals are lavender tutus
Worn by fae ballerinas
In endless pirouhette.
i love this stanza so much!
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Yeah! It makes me want to dance. 🙂
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I enjoyed reading this and I appreciate the explanation 🙂
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My family often creep into my writing. 🙂 Thanks for your comment!
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Just so beautiful and evokes the magic that is all around us…we just have to wake up to see it! So atmospheric and lovely!
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Thanks, Krysia, I enjoyed a peek of your garden. Such a glorious place… XOXO
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You are too kind…and thank you so much…xx
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XOXO
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Oh I love the feelings you evoke.
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Blessings on you and yours, and thanks! XOXO
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Welcome 🙂
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lovely thoughts as always, Brenda. 🙂 Hui
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Thanks! Have a great Wednesday!
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Canada Day today … I certainly will! 🙂
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Such fun! The 4th is nearly here, and we’ll have fun, too. Happy Summer!
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i really like this thank u and the flower color is very gentle on my eyes just the right post to be reading on a cold grey winters day down under.
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It was beach weather here. And the Women’s US soccer team won the semifinal!! Life is good. The Australia women rocked, too!!
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lovely 🙂 ❤
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Thanks!!
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🙂
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Bravo, Brenda! 🙂
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Thanks!!
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