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A poignant post Penny, both the poem and the photo. (Look, I’m full of ‘p’s! I like the word ‘prospects’ in the poem.)
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I challenge you to the q”s, Juliet.
I liked the use of prospects as well; it brings hope, doesn’t it?
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Questioning why Qs qizzically quest so quaintly.
Oh, that’s a hard challenge Penny. I prefer P’s – and look, your name even begins with a P, so no wonder the p’s came easily.
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You certainly met that challenge, Juliet. I’m impressed – and smiling as well. I know I could not have come up with those q’s, making me realize I really should mind my p’s and q’s. tee hee
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Ha! This could have been written for a fair part of my summer in West Clare!
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It certainly could, couldn’t it Janet?
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Beautiful poem and post.
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The poem fit my mood – and the photo of the one rainy afternoon.
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I love this poem, Penny! I must copy it and keep it close. It is the perfect perspective to “those times” when emotions shroud the sun! The phot is really beautiful. What a lovely and unexpected experience in summer heat! Makes me think of summer fog at the beach…it always makes me very contemplative! Debra
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There are a few more stanzas, Debra, but these first few called to me (and my photo) today. Fog does draw one to contemplation, doesn’t it?
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And, here I’ve just written a whole scene set in blinding fog. I read this perfect post at the perfect time, Penny.
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I hope you will share that scene sometime, Andra. I love when it when those perfect moments come.
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Consolation inspired me to revisit Arnold in my 2529 page (TRUE) Brit Lit textbook. I’ve whiled away the afternoon On Dover Beach with The Buried Life, Growing Old, and my favorite, the Scholar Gypsy—a much need respite. Thank you for reminding me to read the “classics” more.
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Oh, that sounds like quite a tome, Marilyn, full of good and lasting poems. I just may have to find those poems myself, especially Scholar Gypsy. You are so very welcome.
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That is a consolation: that it’s out there. Lovely poem by Arnold, Penny. The photograph reminds me of my forest right now!
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I like that thought of your forest and mine, clouded in mist, Kate. Safe travel.
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I do love this, perhaps because I love mist so much.
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Me, too, Nan. It was a perfect mist the other day.
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Dear Penny, I hope Arnold’s poem wasn’t reflecting your own spirits. If it was, then I hope you’ve been able to move from this melancholia to your usual calm and generous and childlike embracing of life. Peace.
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How sweet of you, Dee. No, the poem doesn’t reflect my spirits, other than the hope of “everywhere prospects unroll themselves”. This part of the poem just seemed to match the mood of the photo. I think my family and friends would chuckle at me ever being calm, I thank you for calling me generous, and, dear Dee, I have just started reading a rather childlike and enchanting book called “I Capture the Castle”, which will surely keep me entertained for many chapters.
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It could be Oregon! We are loving the misty-moisty days right now as a contrast…. (but after time …..).. And also I MUST read more poetry.
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I absolutely love your views, Sallie, and the misty-moisty days are so very atmospheric. It is cooler this morning, but, more heat is on the way. I’m working at spending more time on poetry myself these days.
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