I watch the mist of an autumn morning
creep across the fields, shrouding
the grey outline of the church
and leaving a scattering of dew.
In this moment I think of you
still chasing dreams
like a youthful robin tuning
up in preparation for the spring,
and me a wood pigeon with my loud
and mournful forecast of daily cloud.
Kim M. Russell, 4th September 2018

My response to dVerse Poets Pub Poetics: Frustration and Heartbreak, also linked to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Tuesday Platform
Frank is our host and his theme for this Tuesday’s Poetics, frustration, disappointment or heartbreak, was inspired by a poem Gerard Manley Hopkins, ‘Thou art indeed just, Lord, if I contend’, which he has shared with us.
Frank asks whether one make a poem out of frustration, or go even further and make that poem such that, when it is read, the heartbreak feels as if it is all resolved in the reading without explicitly saying how?
Frank says that made him think of the Bee Gees’ song ‘Heartbreaker’ and he has shared a version by Dionne Warwick.
Our challenge is to write a poem that is vaguely inspired by the poem or the song. Whatever frustration or heartbreak we develop may have a resolution that is subtle, nonexistent or all over the place.
Nice descriptions in the shrouding of the church, chasing dreams and “mournful forecast of daily cloud”. The photo is also very nice. That power line coming out of the fog separates the photo well.
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Thank you, Frank.
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wonderful image, I presume, by your Hubby? it’s extremely atmospheric and simply gorgeous …. wow!
and I really like your poem –
the play of birds, and seasons, old to new, new for old, the cycling of transitions, and transformations … and how this also speaks of endings, beginnings, as well as the more “stodginess” (only in the poem, of course) idea of despair, of losing hope … but this is so tightly worded, so carefully phrased, that even the despairing narrator, still has that “sprinkling” sparkling dew of hope …. and that particular “dew” line is simply …. delicious!
this is a great poem Kim !
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Thank you so much, Pat! Yes, the photo is one of my husband’s, he took this one on the way to work.
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I love how you used the weather to describe the feeling of heartbreak… this will be hard…
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Not heartbreak as such, Bjorn, just frustration that I can’t enjoy the things I used to enjoy.
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The bird metaphors make it for me. Lovely and melancholy.
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Thank you, Jane.
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🙂
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I’m not very skilled at social commenting, so I will leave you with this. The image of the loud mournful wood pigeon, juxtaposed with the youthful robin really speaks to this old cranky bird. Any poem that can cause one to self-reflect is constructed well.
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Thank you so much for reading and for your kind comments!
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I hear you relative to the things I can no longer do; letting go is a daily chore for me. You mention Spring, which seems so distant as we prep for Fall.
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My husband is determined to go to gigs as long as he can. I’d love to go for the music but can’t cope with crowds of people or a lot of noise.
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Wonderful poem. The photo is a keeper, by your husband? This too reminds me of the things I cannot do although there isn’t much I can’t still do. the photo puts me in mind of the movie, The Others. The bird images are outstanding.
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Thanks Toni. Yes, the photo was taken by my husband. I wish he’d do more photography, he has a really good eye for it. The Others is one of my favourtie films and I used it a lot when I was still teaching.
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There IS a melancholy at giving up things we used to do. I was somehow reminded of the wood duck decoy who had a place of honor in my home for years. He sat in all his glory atop a vintage pie safe, and I just know he enjoyed being a voyeur in my life. Perhaps it is so for the wood pigeon ….. I loved your words!
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Thank you, Bev!
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I love this, especially “you
still chasing dreams
like a youthful robin tuning
up in preparation for the spring,
and me a wood pigeon with my loud
and mournful forecast of daily cloud.” And the photo is gorgeous!
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Thank you, Victoria!
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This is so hauntingly beautiful, Kim – the opposition of outlooks, the shrouded church. Many layers.
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Thank you, V.J.
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Kim- what a mournful write. And the photo is perfect with your words.
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Thank you, Linda.
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I love the contrast and comparison of the youthful robin and the wood pigeon.
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Thanks Sherry.
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With some wonderful imagery, the emotions evoked are such that they are easily grasped and felt. The entire setting along with the bird simile/metaphor works so well.
-HA
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Thank you, Anmol.
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I love this, especially your last two lines – they are wonderful!
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Thank you, Jo!
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Being a wee pessimist myself, I’m sorry, but those last two lines rang true enough to make me giggle. Beautiful description throughout.
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Thank you for reading and commenting.
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your poem makes me realise that I too have wasted precious time on things that doesn’t really matter
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I’ve become a little agoraphobic and wish I could still do some of them.
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I love the use of the birds to describe the transition of time. Beautiful, melancholy poem.
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Thank you, Sascha.
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I loved the last two lines and the way the poem shows the different stages of life.
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Thank you!
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I love the visual of the fog gathering around the church!
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Thank you, Dwight!
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like the contrast between the hopeful robin and the woeful pigeon…
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Thank you, Rajani.
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The pain exudes painfully in this poem.
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Thank you, Vandana.
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That took an unexpected turn. I enjoyed it a great deal.
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Thank you, Suzanne.
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I, too, love the photo. And the autumn of our lives is when we tend to dwell more on what we can’t do as well anymore, or as fast.
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Thank you, Kathy.
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I can hear the longing and frustration portrayed so stunningly by means of weather in this one, Kim ❤ it’s difficult to give up doing something we love as we welcome a change in season … 😓
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Thank you, Sanaa. 😊💟🌹
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That bit of ache at the end, and the feeling that the wood pigeon knows about something the robin has overlooked – that gives it just the right bite of chill to remind the reader that winter comes whether you are ready or not.
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I’m so pleased you got that, Rommy!😊
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‘scattering of dew’ – lovely phrase, Kim. The contrast of the birds, and the gray photo are wonderful.
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Thank you, Sara.
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Poignant, heartfelt imagery, Kim! Beautifully done. Sorry I’m so late commenting.
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Thank you, Frank! Don’t worry about being late – I haven’t been able to comment this week due to intermittent internet (I love the sound of that!) and have so much catching up to do. 😉
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