Import Important
(99 syllables, Double Ennead Ekphrastic Acrostic
of the split words of Import Important)
I employ the rake to
manage the fall leaves
piling them high at the curb for picking up
or some are for my trees
raked round their bases
tender protection for
inclement weather
might damage the roots that are near the surface
perhaps when snow piles high
over the back yard…
rest well with slow sap, my
trees that shed their leaves
and know that I look for budding health come spring
now though brace for winter;
time for dreamings’ nigh
***
If I too could sleep the winter through,
could I would I sleep thusly
under warm leaf quilts
©2021 JulesPaige
Jules is a poetmaster, weaving words expertly whenever she wishes.
~You are very kind with your words. Thank you for sharing 🙂
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The extra verse was added to comply with a 99 word prompt at Carrot Ranch. 💕
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Well, that’s funny. It’s my favorite part.
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Lots of folks liked it too.
I don’t usually play with stuff after I write it.
But maybe I’ll attempt to fit it into some form? (Or not.)
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The world is your stage, madame.
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The world is my inspiration 😉
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For example I turned that last verse into an American Traditional haiku:
could I sleep winter
through; should I, could I sleep there
under warm leaf quilts
© JP/dh ~Jules
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❤❤
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💞
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I only speak the truth.
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*Blushing… here*
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That’s great Chelsea, love that final section. Can I sleep like that through Winter?
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That’s my favorite part, too!! I would love a leaf quilt.
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Might I lay in slumber
Might I rot. Might I decay
Might I find this night
To be not followed by a day
To stop this haunting vision
You are gone. I know not where
Be it hell or be it heaven
I ask the Lord to take me there
That I might sleep through winter
Beneath these trees that splinter. Leaves that fall
And from a dream of summer memories
Never wake at all
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That is depressingly beautiful.
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Reflective of my frame of mind, though it falls well short of an adequate description
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I’d expect your mind to often be too complex for a few lines of poetry.
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That sounds like a compliment, but the fact is that I’m old and increasingly inept. My mind is complex only in the same sense as is a hopelessly tangled fishing line.
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And yet, look what art you’ve made of it.
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