The Alouette; Meeting the Bar

Victorian Scrap Art; Bing Images

Victorian Scrap Art; Bing Images

skylarks flying high
scatter dreams from sighs
catch them as they drift to earth
from all daydreams spun
choose the happy ones
of starlight, moon beams and mirth

sprites and elves play here
in streams crystal clear
fireflies glow like small green orbs
cast tiny shadows
of days long ago
captured in dim woodland garb

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numinous children
of indigo send
vibrations of empathy
for love’s benefit
transcendentalists
hold this planet preciously
 
riding the current
of energy, urgent
messages relayed along
cosmic connectors
sending protectors
to dwell among the earth’s throngs

I hope you will join with me at dVerse Poets Pub where I present The Alouette.  The doors will open at 3PM EST Thursday.

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  1. this is so lovely! Transportingly so.

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  2. Oh I do love these ones… especially the first pair, with the magic of nature… simply lovely.

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  3. Your alouettes flutter and fly, Gayle! I especially enjoyed the lines:
    ‘from all daydreams spun
    choose the happy ones
    of starlight, moon beams and mirth’
    and
    ‘numinous children
    of indigo send
    vibrations of empathy’

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  4. I took a cue from you with the skylarks with their history and the alouette…but went another direction…yours indeed is musical like the original child’s song…..love the ‘children of indigo’.

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    • Yes, this skylark idea just popped into my head so I went with it. I really liked yours very much, Kathy. Thanks for coming by and I appreciate your comment.

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  5. This is a magical write Gayle. Specially love:

    choose the happy ones
    of starlight, moon beams and mirth

    I pray for positive energy and to hold our planet preciously ~

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  6. Very whimsical! I’d like to live in that land of daydreams, moonbeams, and mirth! :)

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  7. You make it look so easy!

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    • Ha, it took lots of researching of rhyme words and counting syllables but it really wasn’t too bad. It’s just because you’re feeling so frazzled that you probably felt you couldn’t tackle another thing. It’s okay. But I’m glad I made it look easy!

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      • Yeah, you did… and I feel like a moron. LOL!

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        • No, don’t say that! You’re brilliant! ;)

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          • ROTF!!! From your mouth to God’s ear. I have to laugh. Tell that to my mother. LOL!

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            • Well, if your mother doesn’t know that by now, I guess she may never know. Her loss!

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              • Yeah, my mother…at 96 is an exteme narcissist. No one will ever ‘shine’ in her eyes except herself. Ugh. I’m not even in the line up. But she’s a terrible poet. LOL!

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                • Now I remember you saying that about her before. You have my sympathy, Jane. My father and ex husband were narcissists…it was a losing battle trying to live with those two.

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                  • Yes. A losing and uphill battle. My first husband was one. Plus the mother. I believe the most damage is done if you have a parent who is tainted with this issue. Perhaps that early damage goes deepest, but marrying a narcissist is like a continual fear factor: you always are tense, stressful. You are fighting for air every hour. It took me a very long time, Gayle, to find the only thing that let me live: No Contact. With both of them. It sounds abnormal with a parent but in my case, it was necessary.

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                    • Jane, I took the exact same tactic with my ex…no contact. There was no way around it. My father wasn’t much in my life anyway when I became an adult so it wasn’t so much an issue with him. It doesn’t sound abnormal to me because I realize that you’re in survival mode. I commend you for your strength my friend. xo

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                    • Repeatedly I had to be hit over the head because hope springs eternal that these people will someday wake up and be ‘normal’. But that never happens. I believe with narcissists the wiring becomes too twisted. Sad, but yes, we are in a survival mode.

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                    • They aren’t capable, Jane, that’s the bottom line. There is no ‘normal’ relationships to be had with them. We both did the right thing.

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                    • Yep….and it has changed us forever I believe. In good ways.

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  8. These have a mythologic feeling to them, Gayle. A pure sweeties here!

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  9. They do have an other worldly feel for sure, Walt. I like that word ‘sweeties’…thanks!

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  10. Much better than mine. Yours captures the playful song of innocence.

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  11. These were wonderful as well as the prompt. I especially liked the first one.

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  12. Nice, happy poem. It seems to fit the meter well.

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  13. you have shown us how it should be done with these gentilles alouettes –
    “scatter dreams from sighs
    catch them as they drift to earth”

    inspirational lines indeed

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  14. A wonderful elemental journey into a time and place beyond here, beyond now. Beautiful writing.

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  15. Lovely, lovely words. Your poem has elements that transport the reader on warm air currents.

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  16. First line of the first reminds me of the larks in In Flanders Fields. ..especially the bit about choosing the happy daydreams. ..I wonder if McCrea was hoping for happier times when he penned those words.

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    • Those larks whose singing couldn’t be heard over the gunfire…yes. I’ll bet he was hoping for happier times, Bryan. Thanks so much for your beautiful alouette that you shared.

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  17. Mystical, magical, terrestrial…..I love the earthiness.
    I especially like…”numinous children
    of indigo send
    vibrations of empathy”
    I think they know much about where our world may be headed.

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