Jun 13, 2023·edited Jun 13, 2023Liked by Jillian Joy
Very nice Astrid. I like the notion of love and relationship like a cityscape, like architectural and engineering plans. You take us through that really well.
NIce work, Chuck! You nailed it at the buzzer? I watched the NBA final game last night, and your poem makes me think of that; poetry is sports transcendant!
This is so beautiful. The imagery paints such a wonderful picture, and I love how you end with "Beaming with joy at the end product, gently letting go as the ocean brings it home."
Oh, I love this! I love the way you explored the landscape of your creativity in your poem today. When I saw the prompt, I knew that's what I was going to do as well.
This is very nice and creative, Steven. I like the way you weave the notion of creation, spirit and the aspects of our everyday lives as one. And the remidner that we often choose our responses to the external things brought our way.
What a truly creative poem , Jilian, and prompt for today. I love the breadth you paint with architect, and design, and the realm of creation. Your picture and reference to the snow leopard brought back to me my first awareness of this magnificient being, in a bookwritten by Peter Matthiessen,, titled "The Snow Leopard" that my brother shared with me, of a 1973 quest in the himalayas, a spiritual journey, a journey through grief, the changing and evolving climate, and the plight of the snow leopard as prophet to our own journey. It is nice to hold that memory today.
Lay out the plans once more, my love, once more,
I swear it’s not true yet that all is lost.
Let’s spread our diagrams across the floor
Like children who don’t know what their games cost.
This map, the cityscape that once was ours,
Is pockmarked, and though I won’t assign blame,
I drew an X for each one of our failures,
Now I can hardly read a single name.
I have the plans for castles we would build,
The diagrams we drew at night together,
We were so young, so certain in our will,
The castle burned, but planning is forever.
Let’s still pretend it’s not over, one last
Time, my love, once more, lay out the plans.
I love the imagery of your poem. Amazing poem.
Very nice Astrid. I like the notion of love and relationship like a cityscape, like architectural and engineering plans. You take us through that really well.
MVP?
it's that nerdy little guy in the suit,
down there at the end of the bench.
12 seconds left & down by 3,
Watch him jump into action.
Arms flailing
words pleading
chalk dust flying,
the comeback architect draws up
more winning magic.
Then sits back down.
Game over.
NIce work, Chuck! You nailed it at the buzzer? I watched the NBA final game last night, and your poem makes me think of that; poetry is sports transcendant!
Way to go Nuggets!!!!! First time ever winning it all!!!
Yes! What a nice ending to the season!
I like where you took that poem, Chuck.
Architect
The expert team of architects
Gathers at the seashore;
tools ready, tasks assigned,
ready to dig and shape
the perfect sandcastle city.
Aided by sweet sea sounds,
Gawking gulls and skittering crabs,
The occasional rmmm rmmm,
this rainbow coalition of architects
constructing their sandy paradise.
Before the big people convince them
what they are good at and what not,
heavenly dreamers building
the paradise we all seek to find.
Beaming with joy at the end product,
gently letting go as the ocean brings it home.
This is so beautiful. The imagery paints such a wonderful picture, and I love how you end with "Beaming with joy at the end product, gently letting go as the ocean brings it home."
Thank you very much, A.
Awesome as always, Larry. We should all return to the beach to sand castles.
Thank you Steven!
Looking forward to sand castle construction this summer with our grandkids!
.....before the big people ........🙂
Oh, I love this! I love the way you explored the landscape of your creativity in your poem today. When I saw the prompt, I knew that's what I was going to do as well.
With inspiration a
bottomless mine,
I source materials
to be refined.
.
Building from a
firm foundation,
a practice in
manifestation.
.
Syllable by syllable,
line by line,
crafting structures
of my own design.
.
I am a sovereign
of creation;
an architect of
imagination.
This is quite nice, A. You are an architect of words and art, finely tuned to the inner and outer worlds in your ife. This stanza is splendid:
"syllable by syllable,
line by line,
crafting structures
of my own design."
and the ending so sweet:
"I am a sovereign
of creation;
an architect of
imagination."
so true, so true!
Thank you, Larry!
You are welcome. It is a joy to read your creations!
Architect
I am the architect
of myself
I choose
the vision
of my life
I choose the foundation
for me
faith in something greater
the triune God
YHWH, Jesus, and the Holy Spirit
is that foundation
this choice affects
the boundaries of my vision
to love God with everything
and love humanity as if
they were just like me
which they are except more diverse
as I move to constructing my vision
I choose the materials
only thee best will do
Love
Forgiveness
Kindness
Compassion
These are things that
make for a beautiful vision
there are opportunities
to furnish the vision
like the older gentleman
that is talking to me
while I try typing this
I can furnish it with
frustration that he is bothering me
or be blessed with conversation
with a lonely older gentleman
that could use the company
I choose to let it be blessing
it brightens my vision
At times there is temptation
to buy lesser quality
like frustration at a coworker
that does nothing while
others work hard
but I must remember
those cheap furnishings
anger and pride
don't fit with
my chosen decor
I choose to do poetry
with some wonderful poets
that bless and inspire me
I choose
to be the architect
my way
This is very nice and creative, Steven. I like the way you weave the notion of creation, spirit and the aspects of our everyday lives as one. And the remidner that we often choose our responses to the external things brought our way.
Thank you
I saw the subject of the email and I had similar thoughts as you did. Great word. Thank you
What a truly creative poem , Jilian, and prompt for today. I love the breadth you paint with architect, and design, and the realm of creation. Your picture and reference to the snow leopard brought back to me my first awareness of this magnificient being, in a bookwritten by Peter Matthiessen,, titled "The Snow Leopard" that my brother shared with me, of a 1973 quest in the himalayas, a spiritual journey, a journey through grief, the changing and evolving climate, and the plight of the snow leopard as prophet to our own journey. It is nice to hold that memory today.