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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.

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:

paulscribbles said...

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

Kim Russell said...

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

paulscribbles said...

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

Sanaa Rizvi said...

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!❤️

paulscribbles said...

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

Jae Rose said...

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

sarah said...

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

Sherry Marr said...

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

Kerry O'Connor said...

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

Susie Clevenger said...

Thanks Paul. I needed a way to express sorrow.

Martin Kloess said...

Did my share to visit friends.
Thanks, Paul.

Magaly Guerrero said...

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.

paulscribbles said...

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

paulscribbles said...

Thanks @Martin for the visits.

Kerry O'Connor said...

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.

Gillena Cox said...

Love your prompt Paul

much love...

angieinspired said...

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

Jim said...

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.

Jim said...

Please do this again when I'm in civilization.

Jim said...

Please do this again when I'm in civilization.

Jim said...

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.

paulscribbles said...

@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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