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One must make a distinction however: when dragged into prominence by half poets, the result is not poetry, nor till the autocrats among us can be “literalists of the imagination”—above insolence and triviality and can present for inspection, imaginary gardens with real toads in them, shall we have it.

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Hello / Goodbye

A Farewell by Harriet Monroe

GOOD-BY: nay, do not grieve that it is over—
  The perfect hour;
That the winged joy, sweet honey-loving rover,
  Flits from the flower.
Grieve not,—it is the law. Love will be flying—        5
  Yea, love and all.
Glad was the living; blessed be the dying!
  Let the leaves fall.

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Butterfly on Tiger Lily Enjoying the Food 
by audreyjm529 , via Wikimedia Commons

Two prompts in a row!  
What fun!  
And yet, this is my last for a while as I take time off to work on another important project.  I'll be finishing the April challenge and then I'll be here on Mondays, so this isn't goodbye. Yet my last prompt as a Toad and for Day 24 of our April Challenge is:

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Write a Hello and/or Goodbye poem. 

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A Few (of many) Possibilities:

  1. an entire saga from hello to goodbye of a person, event, toy, place, time of life, or etc 
  2. a goodbye to one that is a hello to another 
  3. a goodbye that is not a goodbye at all
  4. a charm to get rid of or to gain something
  5. anything you want that includes an idea of hello or of goodbye or both
Whatever your focus, get emotional, and make us readers feel that emotion by showing instead of telling.




Here are two examples for you, but remember to consider Haiku and Lune,  Limerick and other forms as well.

(1) John Updike makes me feel loss in one of my favorite goodbye poems.  Here he also celebrates the importance of hello:  



(2) Lisa Russ Spaar explores the possibility of saying goodbye to the self in this wonderful poem:      
Turning to watch you leave,
I see we must always walk toward

other loves, river of   heaven
between two office buildings.

Orphaned cloud, fish soup poppling,
book spined in the open palm. Unstoppable light.

I think it is all right.
Or do tonight, garden toad

a speaking stone,
young sound in an old heart.

Annul the self? I float it,
a day lily in my wine. Oblivion?

I love our lives,
keeping me from it.

Source: Poetry (February 2013). Used by permission of Lisa Russ Spaar.


I love this!    All the sounds and silences she describes!  And Joy.


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The Flying Carpet, a depiction of the hero of Russian folklore, Ivan Tsarevich,
by Viktor Vasnetsov (1880). Oil, canvas.
  
SO!

~Write a new poem addressing Hello and/or Goodbye.

~Put it in Mr. Linky and leave a comment.

~Come back to read other poems and write comments for the poets. 

~I'll be coming around to visit each of you in the next few days.





16 comments:

Susan said...

Hey folks! This little piece flew by for you:

Flying Carpets

This world is small for goodbyes ~
We brush up against each other
in its small rooms as performers,
listeners and writers ~ We meet
each other searching the wilds,
our expressive breaths puffing
ahead of us lifting flying carpets
of laughter, sorrow, anger, magic
and merriment until we cry out:
Enough! I must write this down!
and visit the Imaginary Garden
where reading is fast and true.

Susie Clevenger said...

What a wonderful flying carpet...thanks for the prompts you've given us and the words of your poetry. May your endeavors be blessed and we will visit with you in the garden on Mondays and wherever our paths cross.

aprille said...

Thank you Susan,
I was stumped and now I'm saved :-)
Have a good whatever it is and I hoped you are healing well through all the endeavours recent and pending.

Susan said...

Look at the time! The birds are starting to sing at 3:30 am. And I am moved by these first poems. Thanks for being the first, Kay. Catch you later today, Toads and guests!

Jinksy said...

Oh, Susan! I hope there were no silver birds singing in your ear at 3.30 a.m.! Thanks for being awake enough to post today's prompt.

Grace said...

Such a lovely prompt and gem you shared with us dear Susan ~ I am busy today but will post something ~

I don't want to say goodbye as we will still bump into each other ~ Keep in touch ~

Mary said...

Nice prompt, Susan! And yes, there is no good-bye to you. There is only "Auf Wiedersehen" (until we meet again).

Kerry O'Connor said...

From my neck of the woods, the farewell greeting is Hambe Kahle - Go Well.
I know we shall see you often in the garden.

Marian said...

no goodbyes, Susan! catch ya later!

Julia Chiang said...

Wonderful prompt and I'm lucky that my poem for today falls in line with this. I shall be away for a while but will most definitely visit everyone. Happy writing from a new follower.

Ella said...

Magical prompt...I am living a hello and good-bye right now~

Thank you for all you have done! Well done as always Susan!
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Emma Major said...

you asked for emotion Susan and it came flooding out, I've even put my first recorded reading in the post as well. thanks for the great prompts

Gail said...

Up and in.

Susan said...

The readings are GREAT! The more risked, the larger the impact. What a fine day--and it's only half over!

sharplittlepencil.com said...

Dear Susan,

I also offer my thanks for your work here during NaPoWriMo. This community is so devoted, so good at visiting each other, much like Poets United, where I have been a member since 2011. I'm proud to have call the Garden my NaPoWriMo home for 2013.

I'll be back to comment VERY LATE. Have to rehearse with the praise band. "I'll be baaaaack!" Amy

Margaret said...

Another poem from my son, Will. It just seemed to fit so perfectly with hello & goodbye. Thank you Susan! And we will still see you around, of course. Good luck on your writing project (I'm assuming that is what it is)