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Post by shayepoet on Oct 16, 2008 2:51:31 GMT 2
Ekphrastic Challenge for November 13th
The Widow
Carol Hoorn Fraser, 1963
Link to source:tinyurl.com/3eunb4
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Post by batsword on Nov 15, 2008 3:33:31 GMT 2
without her I'm half a person and lonesome
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lvpd
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Post by lvpd on Nov 16, 2008 23:20:32 GMT 2
My first ever triolet!
TRIOLET FOR A PASSAGE
I keep my love of you like the roses you left in this vase though their time was through. I keep my love of you, the stain of the water’s residue, a truth that stays. I keep my love of you like the roses you left in this vase.
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Post by tawhite on Nov 23, 2008 17:28:50 GMT 2
At Graveside
Shade without sun, she casts a grey shimmer as she steps from the cinder of jagged vale.
Behind her shroud, a bony sepulcher of face.
In her hands, the soft ligament of loss, blanched before the tawny rupture of roses.
After “The Widow” by Carol Hoorn Fraser
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evie
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Post by evie on Nov 23, 2008 22:38:48 GMT 2
That last stanza of "At Gravesite" is pure music -- you cannot say it aloud and not be moved. Thanks for this! And thanks for the haiku and the triolet, the latter of which I've never tried, but may have to!
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