Wednesday, September 13, 2017

Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Reunions



It would appear to be true that an elephant never forgets, based on a touching video showing an Asian elephant returning to her mother after years apart (pictured)

 Mother is overcome with emotion when reunited
with her daughter after three years apart

Tuesday, Aug 29th 2017  DailyMail on Facebook


"I see myself as having three families: my birth family, the family that raised me, and my Cree family, who I was reunited with in my late teens, 

so I consider myself to be lucky. "

God's dream is that you and I and all of us will realize that we are family, that we are made for togetherness, for goodness, and for compassion.

You and I will meet again, 
When we're least expecting it, 
One day in some far off place, 
I will recognize your face, 
I won't say goodbye my friend, 
For you and I will meet again. 

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Midweek Motif ~ Reunions

Family reunions, class reunions, long-lost-friend reunions, soldier-on-leave reunions, forgiveness-induced reunions, after-the-disaster reunions: 

  • What is the same and what has changed since the last time together?  
  • What's the occasion and what is the feast? 
  • Is it sweet?

Your Challenge:  In a new poem, paint a word picture of a reunion you've had (or know of) ~ or one you can imagine occurring.




The week in August you come home, 
adult, professional, aloof, 
we roast and carve the fatted calf 
—in our case home-grown pig, the chine 
garlicked and crisped, the applesauce 
hand-pressed. Hand-pressed the greengage wine. 

Nothing is cost-effective here. 
The peas, the beets, the lettuces 
hand sown, are raised to stand apart. 
The electric fence ticks like the slow heart 
of something we fed and bedded for a year, 
then killed with kindness’s one bullet 
and paid Jake Mott to do the butchering. 
. . . . 
(Read the rest of this AMAZING poem HERE.)

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Let us begin, dear love, where we left off; 
Tie up the broken threads of that old dream; 
And go on happy as before; and seem
Lovers again, though all the world may scoff.


Let us forget the graves, which lie between

Our parting and our meeting, and the tears

That rusted out the goldwork of the years; 

The frosts that fell upon our gardens green.



Let us forget the cold malicious Fate

Who made our loving hearts her idle toys, 

And once more revel in the old sweet joys

Of happy love. Nay, it is not too late! 


Forget the deep-ploughed furrows in my brow; 

Forget the silver gleaming in my hair; 

Look only in my eyes! Oh! darling, there

The old love shone no warmer then than now.



Down in the tender depths of thy dear eyes, 

I find the lost sweet memory of my youth, 

Bright with the holy radiance of thy truth, 

And hallowed with the blue of summer skies.



Tie up the broken threads, and let us go, 

Like reunited lovers, hand in hand, 

Back, and yet onward, to the sunny land

Of our To Be, which was our Long Ago. 

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29 comments:

  1. Not the easiest prompt I've ever worked with, but I had fun along the way! Happy Wednesday, everyone!

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    1. Not the easiest? Good! I love it when what comes up is surprising and fresh. Happy day!

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  2. Good morning, Poets United. I'm so glad to be here today.

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  3. Hi friends! I wanted to post my poem here last week but held it back when I saw Susan's prompt coming, which coincided with my poem perfectly. So I didn't write on the prompt, honestly, but was plain, simple lucky! Thank you Susan:)

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    1. It's good to see you, Amit. I'm so glad you brought that poem, and it is new.

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  4. A prompt which can provoke pain and joy in equal measures.Looking forward to read!

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    1. Yes, that is so true. Our hearts feast today.

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  5. Managed to scribble something down this morning. I look forward to reading others.

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    1. I'm delighted that you posted and will make the rounds.

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  6. Hi kids, I drove home this morning through the mountains, after being away at the farm for several days. The sun was out and it was spectacularly beautiful all the way. Am now happily home. I enjoyed the prompt. It reminded me of all the family gatherings through he years and how they dont happen these days like they used to, for lack of a central place to gather. Our gatherings are smaller now. I wrote about the gatherings we used to have, a few years back. Sigh. I miss them.

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    1. I know the feeling. In some parts of our family, new babies are growing up. In other parts--where we used to gather--people are thinning out. I'm glad you are home safe.

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  7. Good Wednesday everyone, i wrote a new haiku looking back to a past reunion

    much love...

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    1. Happy Day to you too. I hope your family and friends weathered the region's weather upheavals well.

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  8. Thanks Susan. I enjoyed writing for this prompt.
    Happy Day everyone.

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  9. Happy Wednesday, Poets!! Thanks for the interesting prompt, Susan. It wasn't easy...but, I enjoyed creating a reunion! Smiles..
    Am going to come back tomorrow to read the entries...:)))

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    1. See you on the other side, Panchali. I love when we can create something beautiful, even in fiction.

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  10. Hello everyone! I'm back again. If you had tried to post a comment on my poem and my blog prevented you, you can now post what you think of my poem! I will be checking out your poems later on tonight! thanks and have a great day!

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  11. Thank you, all for the wonderful reads

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    1. You are most welcome, loyal reader!

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  12. That theme hit the spot! But I will not have much free time over the next couple of days, so may be very late to enjoy other people's offerings.

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    1. Take your time, dear poet. This is how I have to approach the Sunday pantry.

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  13. Sorry I am late posting, Susan! This theme was not easy.

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    1. I know, Mary. May you keep close around you all that is sweet.

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