Tuesday, December 8, 2020

MYSTICALS AND MAGICALS

 Poetics Tuesday.  I've chosen a line from Gibran (To melt and be like a running brook that carries its melody to the night) and included it in what may be an octave, but lost in the A B C D's. 

 Submitted to dVerse  December 8, 2020 

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Carried by the brooklet that rambles the meadow

Riding the ripples, lost in evening's glow


To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night 

Meandering rivulets carrying me where'er they might


I might be a princess under some foreign moon

Perhaps a lass frolicking the mists of Brigadoon


Miracles and magicals, wild and free

Where'er the brooklet has taken me. 

24 comments:

  1. I would follow that brooklet too, Bev, ‘riding the ripples, lost in evening's glow’!
    A magical fantasy.

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  2. There's a lyrical quality, like I would imagine the sound the "meandering rivulets" would make. I like your use of "where'er" in here. It fits with the mystical atmosphere. Very nice, Beverly!

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  3. "Carried by the brooklet...

    Riding the ripples"

    what lovely lyrical lines to get carried away on

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  4. I do love how you begin the poem... the sound of water can be like music, and what a wonderful guide it can be.

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  5. Lovely sway and meter and internal rhyme. This is so lovely to read, Beverly.

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  6. Carried me away like a river, Bev. Well done.

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  7. Such wonderful freedom snd release in this piece Bev. Wonderful to read. I am still floating downstream... :)

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    1. Thank you, Rob. While I'm afraid of water, yet its sound has a fascination for me that invariably weaves a spell.

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  8. Beautiful and lyrical, Beverly.

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  9. Loving the freedom of your words, like the brooklet at the evening.

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  10. I too enjoyed the lyrical feel of the poem and I always enjoy rhymes. It would make a good mediation setting.

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  11. This is a rustic paean to mystical freedom - I love it! Reminds me of 'Nymphs and Shepherds come away.' by Thomas Shadwell.

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    1. Thank you, Ingrid. The sound of water always leads me on mystical journeys!

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  12. I like the airy feel of this. The play of water through light.

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  13. Gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous!!๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ’

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  14. The final line is the perfect ending to this magical piece. I feel like I've travelled with the brooklet!

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  15. I love the fancy of this, especially this line:
    "Where'er the brooklet has taken me"

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  16. The diminutive 'brooklet' gives this an added twinkle!

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  17. Your poem is chock full of mystical magical beauty. I am ready to ride the ripples.

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  18. There is a sweet surrender in those "meandering rivulets," full of mysticism and spirituality ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ’–✨

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  19. Miracles and magicals, wild and free
    Where'er the brooklet has taken me.

    Great close Bev, leaving the reader still smiling wondering where it will lead to!

    Hank

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  20. We chose the same line and used some of the same images... I so love "Brigadoon" We might be soul mates.

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  21. I like the way you wove that line into your poem (I used the same one) always a wonder where the river goes.

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