Workaday realities disappear,
bright bubbles in a flashflood of birdsong,
and the garden becomes a shady mere,
green ripples that echo all summer long. l
Peace creeps from grass to leaf to tree, along
each branch, farther than any wings can reach,
way over the top of the silver beech,
from which a sole premature foliole,
like a starfish riding waves to a beach,
shimmering with sunshine, begins to fall.
Kim M. Russell, 18th July 2019
My response to dVerse Poetry Pub Poetry Form: The Dizain
This week Rosemary is here to share one of her favourite forms. I’ve never come across the name before, but I might have written one without knowing.
writing in north norfolk 
I like the phrase: “flashflood of birdsong”
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Thanks Frank.
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You might have written one without knowing? Just like that? I found this one a bugger to write! I love how that starfish creeps in there 🙂
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I have to admit, I was p!eased with the starfish. I’m not keen on writing to form; I prefer seeing where a poem takes me. But I did quite like this form.😊
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I find I can’t do these kind of forms if I don’t write to a rhythm. Counting syllables isn’t the same, doesn’t sound the same. It makes it harder though.
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I see that premature foliole you’re talking about. Too soon! Peace-inducing write, Kim.
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Thanks Jade!
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You are welcome, Kim.
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Boffo, Kim, you gave us a tribute to our gardens, while we still have the air and soil to maintain them.
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Thank you, Glenn. I’m looking through the window at dew soaked grass – meadow not lawn – trees and their shadows dappled by the sun, and I pray things get turned around before it’s too late.
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I had to look up foliole, that’s a fantastic word. These are my two favorite lines:
Peace creeps from grass to leaf to tree, along
each branch, farther than any wings can reach,
Lovely as always Kim!
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Thank you, Linda!
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I love your beautiful descriptions, Kim (and the lovely photo illustrating them). You’ve got the form down pat, and I liked your long sentences. Yes,’foliole’ is a very good word, and new to me too.
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Oh, and great title!
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Thank you, Rosemary. Although I found it a little tricky at first, I like this form.
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Beautiful Kim. You made a difficult form soft and lyrical – great writing!
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Thank you kindly, Rob!
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You have written in a solemn and refreshing voice with your word choices. A delightful dizain!
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Thank you!
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I’m trying to choose a favorite line, but it’s impossible. They each conspire equally to create this beautiful piece. You nailed it!
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Thank you so much!
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I like the way the garden becomes a metaphor for the ocean, or the other way round. I’m sure there’s a technical term for that. So evocative of shadiness, and the way the light is dappled by leaves, and then that reminder of transience. Lovely write.
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Thank you, Sarah. I just got back from visiting Ellen and Lucas, and am catching up with reading and writing. Luckily I prepared my Prosery piece before I left. 😉
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Love Peace creeps from grass to leaf to tree. Beautiful poem, beautiful picture. Thanks for the medicine.
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Thank you, Irene, for reading and commenting.
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luv the beginning of motion at the end. Leaves us visualizing long after the last full stop
much love…
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Thanks Gillena!❤
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I love your flashflood of birdsong.
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Thank q, Crystal.
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Total immersion. (K)
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Thanks Kerfe!
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kaykuala
Peace creeps from grass to leaf to tree, along
each branch, farther than any wings can reach,
If only peace can be achieved in uncomplicated ways that progress bit by bit to eventually sustain. No, it is so elusive!
Hank
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True!
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