Sitting still
on a cold steel stool,
she begs, weeps
and hold her husband’s hand,
for one more second.
—
Endearing,
exquisite enchanter,
ends her adorable first cry
marking her life’s
very first second.
—
Captured candid
cheesy charade,
of a man kneeling for
a woman’s hand,
changed by a sudden
death in a second.
—
Old oak observes
ordeals, orbits of
earth’s occupants.
Seasons to season,
each and every second.
—
Nervous nerves
not needed.
She shakes them off,
as she owns the stage—
she dreamed all her life,
in just a few seconds.
—
Sorry, seconds could
not be stolen nor saved.
So snag, snap, smack
sing, spin, swing,stay,
every single second.
—
©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.
Photo credit: Unsplash
P.S. I am not so sure if this fits as a cubist poem. But there you go. 🙂
In response to dVerse‘s Meeting the bar as a cubist poet by Björn Rudberg (brudberg) his own cubist poem about the arrangement of feathers!
For today I would like you to:
Select a simple object, or a common concept
Write several poems where you look at the object from different perspective. This perspective could be anything (poets have so much freedom than painters) such as being placed in a small narrative, at different part of the day or at different seasons.
Order your small poems in an order where you while striving to create contrasts and keeping the coherence of a complete poem.
Amazingly captured.
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wow. thank you!
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Rosema!
This took I think than six seconds and more than once to go through.
I find in your first stanza you have to change it to ‘her’ husband’s hand instead.
Regards,
Shiva
🙂
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got that! thank you very much, Shiva!
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A very interesting concept. Found myself reading and re reading. Great stuff.
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thank you very much, Ipsita!
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I really admire you Rose for being so creative. I don’t have talent in writing a poem, but you just write so easy. Your words flows so well and amazingly conveyed.
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awwww. thank you very much Lai!
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Oh this is beautiful.
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awww. thank you, Love!
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Excellent Rosema.
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thank you, Davy!
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This calls for countless reads ❤️ Exquisite write.
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oh wow. thank you, Sanaa!
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thank you, Joe!
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Each second is indeed precious.
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cannot agree more. thank you for reading!
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So fast we loose those seconds…cascading away…a great way to present it…
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thank you, Bjorn. I hope this fits the prompt. 🙂
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I liked the last part the best with all the alliteration on the “s” sound and the theme that seconds can’t be stolen or saved although there is much else one can do with them.
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i agree. thank you, Sir Frank! 🙂
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lovely poem
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I like the different snippets of that precious seconds in our life ~ Make the best of our time, for sure ~
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i agree. thank you, Grace!
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You’ve done great work here, Rose. I’d say this fits the bill nicely!
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wow. Thank you, Walt! 🙂
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I love these captured moments. Beautiful.
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awww. thank you, De!
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I read it first and dont actually know what to say.then i read it again and then i thought..ohh there you go…the intense strong feeling is manifested in each word..
The beating of the heart is felt in each syllable..
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oooh. thank you for such an honest comment, Mich! This is a tough piece to write. ❤
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Obviously it is….but you did it…flawlessly..
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awww. thank you, Mich!
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We never know from one second to the next what life will bring us. Each moment so precious.
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i agree, Ma’am. Thank you for reading!
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Oh Rosey, I got tearful all through this one, each stanza/cube–too Beautiful ❤
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awwww. thank you dear sister. indeed one second can change one’s life. ❤
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Truly it can, and does…
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amen. ❤
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❤
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Old oak observes
ordeals, orbits of
earth’s occupants.
Seasons to season,
each and every second.
This stanza is fantastic, sister! Each word has a message. All together, the words speak of something that might last while everything we go through is transitory. In fact, every stanza reminds us that, from a cosmic viewpoint, our experience goes by like many bright flashes. Telling work, sister!
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oh wow. such an interesting and lovely view, brother! Indeed we just dots in a vast world! Thank you! ❤
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You’ve captured those seconds so well – fragments of a life, placed together in the cubist style. Wonderful!
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oh wow. thank you, Kim. I am not sure if this fits the prompt. so thank you!
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Wow you captured an amazing six seconds
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thank you! ❤
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Each moment is so precious indeed. I especially like the last verse with its alliteration.
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awww. thank you, Toni!
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You have evocatively captured every priceless and irreplaceable second and moment, Rosema. Wonderful word work.
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awwww. thank you, Momma Moon!
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❤️
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❤ ❤ ❤
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This hits way too close to home – as soon as I read the title I had to decide if I should continue my reading. Six seconds is the amount of time of my husband’s cardiac arrest almost 3 years ago. BUT he is with us, 100% cognitively himself. Those six seconds were lost to him- but I felt them – feel them – deeply. So here’s the thing — any six seconds – treasure them! And your poem points this out. Thankful for every day.
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Oh. oh my dear Lillian. I have chilling goosebumps when i read your comment. Wow. I am happy that your husband is still with you, alive and well. Thank you… thank you for sharing your story with me. ❤
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Wonderful poem. How quickly time passes in the blink of eye, yet on that stage, time couldn’t feel any longer. Great job Rosema.
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i agree, dear Mandi. it takes a second to alter a life entirely.
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