Import Important, by JulesPaige

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.

20 thoughts on “Import Important, by JulesPaige

  1. Jules November 21, 2021 / 11:14 am

    ~You are very kind with your words. Thank you for sharing 🙂

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    • Jules November 21, 2021 / 11:16 am

      The extra verse was added to comply with a 99 word prompt at Carrot Ranch. 💕

      Liked by 1 person

        • Jules November 21, 2021 / 11:50 am

          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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        • Jules November 21, 2021 / 12:07 pm

          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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  2. Nope, Not Pam November 21, 2021 / 11:33 am

    That’s great Chelsea, love that final section. Can I sleep like that through Winter?

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Richmond Road November 22, 2021 / 2:36 pm

    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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      • Richmond Road November 22, 2021 / 8:19 pm

        Reflective of my frame of mind, though it falls well short of an adequate description

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        • Chel Owens November 23, 2021 / 12:38 am

          I’d expect your mind to often be too complex for a few lines of poetry.

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          • Richmond Road November 23, 2021 / 3:51 am

            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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            • Chel Owens November 23, 2021 / 12:30 pm

              And yet, look what art you’ve made of it.

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