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Thursday, July 27, 2017

Scribble It

Hello Toads

As I cast off on my maiden voyage as a host of the occasional 'Scribble It' prompt here in the garden ( I am honored by the way. Thank You Kerry for the invite) I came to pondering about your experiences of 'First Times'.

Were you Nervous? Excited? Full of anticipation.Unawares?

Where does that list of 'First Times' begin? Where might it end?

First steps, first teeth, first words, first flight, first kiss, first fall, first love, first....you get the drift.

Please pen me a poem that speaks in some way of a 'First Time,' one already met or perhaps to come.

Once penned please add your poem to the Mr Linky below.

Don't forget to visit each other to read and comment. It makes this community what it is.

Here's a little grist for the mill in both music and word. Enjoy.

The Scribbler ;)



Always For The First Time 

by Andre Breton

Always for the first time
Hardly do I know you by sight
You return at some hour of the night to a house at an angle to my window
A wholly imaginary house
It is there that from one second to the next
In the inviolate darkness
I anticipate once more the fascinating rift occurring
The one and only rift
In the facade and in my heart
The closer I come to you
In reality
The more the key sings at the door of the unknown room
Where you appear alone before me
At first you coalesce entirely with the brightness
The elusive angle of a curtain
It's a field of jasmine I gazed upon at dawn on a road in the vicinity of Grasse
With the diagonal slant of its girls picking
Behind them the dark falling wing of the plants stripped bare
Before them a T-square of dazzling light
The curtain invisibly raised
In a frenzy all the flowers swarm back in
It is you at grips with that too long hour never dim enough until sleep
You as though you could be
The same except that I shall perhaps never meet you
You pretend not to know I am watching you
Marvelously I am no longer sure you know
You idleness brings tears to my eyes
A swarm of interpretations surrounds each of your gestures
It's a honeydew hunt
There are rocking chairs on a deck there are branches that may well scratch you in the forest
There are in a shop window in the rue Notre-Dame-de-Lorette
Two lovely crossed legs caught in long stockings
Flaring out in the center of a great white clover
There is a silken ladder rolled out over the ivy
There is
By my leaning over the precipice
Of your presence and your absence in hopeless fusion
My finding the secret
Of loving you
Always for the first time 

23 comments:

  1. Morning everyone. I'll be in and out over the course of the day to read and comment...and to post...but first, coffee.

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  2. What a great start, Paul, with a Foreigner song no less! Welcome to the Garden - now you are a toad!

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  3. Thanks Kim.It was my first choice of song ;)

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  4. Loved the prompt, Paul ❤️ sharing my poem Untitled (of courage and first words) hope you like it. Welcome to the Garden and congratulations on your first prompt!❤️

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  5. Thanks Sanaa. I'll be over to view shortly.

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  6. Mine is a revisit to a place I never want to be in - good to participate

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  7. Congratulations on your first toady prompt! And it's a nice one. Hope your hosting career bounces along.

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  8. Yay! A Paul prompt! And a good one. Hmmmm.....in a lifetime of firsts, what to pick?

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  9. Thank you for a wonderfully open-ended prompt, Paul.

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  10. Thanks Paul. I needed a way to express sorrow.

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  11. Did my share to visit friends.
    Thanks, Paul.

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  12. Dearest Paul, I didn't join in the fun (I had already written something), but I shall delight in some of the firsts brewing out of your prompt.

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  13. Thanks @Magaly
    @susie your link didn't work so I have fixed it.On my way to read now.

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  14. I've tried to find words, Paul, but I lost my beloved dog this week - I wish I could say it was the first time it had happened to me but, alas, I have lost too many good companions.

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  15. Love your prompt Paul

    much love...

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  16. First prompt is a good scribbler:) it's a good choice for the first time

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  17. Great prompt idea. I love to write (and tell, maybe even "kiss and tell") of my first times. My "Jim's Little Blog" has several blogs tagged with "first time" and I think also my "Jim's Little Photo and Poem Place." I'm really roughing things at the moment, can't write and post unless I use a library. Sorry. I'm glad this won't be forever.

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    1. Please do this again when I'm in civilization.

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    2. Please do this again when I'm in civilization.

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  18. Great prompt idea. I love to write (and tell, maybe even "kiss and tell") of my first times. My "Jim's Little Blog" has several blogs tagged with "first time" and I think also my "Jim's Little Photo and Poem Place." I'm really roughing things at the moment, can't write and post unless I use a library. Sorry. I'm glad this won't be forever.

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  19. @Kerry. I am so sorry for your loss. Writing for a prompt really pales into insignificance at such a time. I wish you peace with this process.

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