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Apr 28 16, 01:36
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Memories of Napa
Some Hebridian poets can just drop a poem and a hat like that on a cockleshell beach but I had to take a road trip when I was a kid of 34 through eight western states listening to Bonnie Raitt all the way to rolling into a tiny Napa hotel bar for a crystal of Cab.
Some Clevelanders came in…two couples, and we chatted about snobs and whatnot.
One woman asked me where I came from. I said "Calgary." She asked "Where's that?" I said "Canada." She said "My, you speak very good English."
I suppose l could say that encouraged me to write poetry, but no… just a hint of metaphorical prose on the nose.
Down in the Silver Oak cellar I barrel tasted fruit dreaming roots into wine.
Everyone should visit Napa, really… even if your English is not so good… even if you don't drop a poem in it.
But then you just must head North, eat seafood chowder for lunch in Newport and sleep deep in Oregon trees under a valley of stars.
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Apr 29 16, 00:07
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Fascinating poem, critter. As I'm not so familiar with details of the different states of the USA, I can't recognize or relate to places like Napa! Never mind, I've travelled along with your poem and found it all very interesting.
I like the reference at the beginning to Hebridean poets, some of which were indeed excellent. I've been to Scotland but definitely didn't visit those hundreds of small isles...wish I'd had the time. I understand they're incredibly magnificent, in spite of their smallness.
QUOTE (Critter @ Apr 28 16, 03:36 ) Memories of Napa
Some Hebridian poets can just drop a poem and a hat like that on a cockleshell beach but I had to take a road trip when I was a kid of 34 through eight western states listening to Bonnie Raitt all the way to rolling into a tiny Napa hotel bar for a crystal of Cab.
Some Clevelanders came in…two couples, and we chatted about snobs and whatnot.
One woman asked me where I came from. I said "Calgary." She asked "Where's that?" I said "Canada." She said "My, you speak very good English."
I suppose l could say that encouraged me to write poetry, but no… just a hint of metaphorical prose on the nose.<<<<<<<Amusing!! Good.
Down in the Silver Oak cellar I barrel tasted fruit dreaming roots into wine.
Everyone should visit Napa, really… even if your English is not so good… even if you don't drop a poem in it.
But then you just must head North, eat seafood chowder for lunch in Newport and sleep deep in Oregon trees under a valley of stars. <<<<<< OMG, I really feel like doing all that. In another life, maybe.
I have nothing to nit. I like the conversational parts, the advice given and the whole lot!! Thanks for sharing, Syl
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Mis temas favoritos The Lord replied, my precious, precious child, I love you and I would never leave you. During your times of trial and suffering, when you see only one set of footprints, it was then that I carried you.
"There is no life higher than the grasstops Or the hearts of sheep, and the wind Pours by like destiny, bending Everything in one direction."
Sylvia Plath, Crossing the Water, Wuthering Heights. Nominate a poem for the InterBoard Poetry Competition by taking into careful consideration those poems you feel would best represent Mosaic Musings. For details, click into the IBPC nomination forum. Did that poem just captivate you? Nominate it for the Faery award today! If perfection of form allured your muse, propose the Crown Jewels award. For more information, click here!MM Award Winner
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Apr 29 16, 15:25
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Very pleasing. I find this your stellar best. Some many lines are classics ie "I barrel tasted fruit dreaming roots into wine" and "and sleep deep in Oregon trees under a valley of stars". Poems that can elude travel and a sense of the trees are magical.
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Apr 29 16, 16:37
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Hi Joe,
I really like this, it's filled with things to think on. Like Syl, I'm not familiar with the details, but this hasn't stopped the enjoyment of the read.
Some Hebridian poets can just drop a poem and a hat like that on a cockleshell beach but I had to take a road trip when I was a kid of 34 through eight western states listening to Bonnie Raitt all the way to rolling into a tiny Napa hotel bar for a crystal of Cab.
I think it should be Hebridean in L1. Love the cockleshell beach
Some Clevelanders came in…two couples, and we chatted about snobs and whatnot.
One woman asked me where I came from. I said "Calgary." She asked "Where's that?" I said "Canada." She said "My, you speak very good English."
I suppose l could say that encouraged me to write poetry, but no… just a hint of metaphorical prose on the nose.
Down in the Silver Oak cellar I barrel tasted fruit dreaming roots into wine.
Everyone should visit Napa, really… even if your English is not so good… even if you don't drop a poem in it.
But then you just must head North, eat seafood chowder for lunch in Newport and sleep deep in Oregon trees under a valley of stars.
I like some of your internal rhymes prose on the nose sleep deep
Nice conversational part in the middle.
I really have nothing to nit on first read - just enjoyed
Eira
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Apr 29 16, 17:37
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Thanks Psyche, glad you liked this. Napa (Valley) is in California and is arguably the best wine producing area in the country. On the Pacific coast of the USA the states (South to North) are California, Oregon, and Washington. Cleveland in the North East of the USA and on the Great Lakes (basically bordering Canada). I have roots in the Hebrides and have visited, very beautiful. So the poem is a departure from subatomic physics and the Big Bang to 'concrete' memories. I tried to tie-in various things, glad I wrote it which is a good thing to judge one's scribbling. QUOTE (Psyche @ Apr 28 16, 23:07 ) Fascinating poem, critter. As I'm not so familiar with details of the different states of the USA, I can't recognize or relate to places like Napa! Never mind, I've travelled along with your poem and found it all very interesting.
I like the reference at the beginning to Hebridean poets, some of which were indeed excellent. I've been to Scotland but definitely didn't visit those hundreds of small isles...wish I'd had the time. I understand they're incredibly magnificent, in spite of their smallness.
QUOTE (Critter @ Apr 28 16, 03:36 ) Memories of Napa
Some Hebridian poets can just drop a poem and a hat like that on a cockleshell beach but I had to take a road trip when I was a kid of 34 through eight western states listening to Bonnie Raitt all the way to rolling into a tiny Napa hotel bar for a crystal of Cab.
Some Clevelanders came in…two couples, and we chatted about snobs and whatnot.
One woman asked me where I came from. I said "Calgary." She asked "Where's that?" I said "Canada." She said "My, you speak very good English."
I suppose l could say that encouraged me to write poetry, but no… just a hint of metaphorical prose on the nose.<<<<<<<Amusing!! Good.
Down in the Silver Oak cellar I barrel tasted fruit dreaming roots into wine.
Everyone should visit Napa, really… even if your English is not so good… even if you don't drop a poem in it.
But then you just must head North, eat seafood chowder for lunch in Newport and sleep deep in Oregon trees under a valley of stars. <<<<<< OMG, I really feel like doing all that. In another life, maybe.
I have nothing to nit. I like the conversational parts, the advice given and the whole lot!! Thanks for sharing, Syl
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Apr 29 16, 17:40
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QUOTE (greenwich @ Apr 29 16, 14:25 ) Very pleasing. I find this your stellar best. Some many lines are classics ie "I barrel tasted fruit dreaming roots into wine" and "and sleep deep in Oregon trees under a valley of stars". Poems that can elude travel and a sense of the trees are magical. Thanks Greenwich, I appreciate that.
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Apr 29 16, 17:44
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Glad you enjoyed this. I suspect you are right about Hebridean .... it 'looks right'. I did check on that but didn't find it off the bat so went with the other... but will make that change. Joe QUOTE (Eisa @ Apr 29 16, 15:37 ) Hi Joe,
I really like this, it's filled with things to think on. Like Syl, I'm not familiar with the details, but this hasn't stopped the enjoyment of the read.
Some Hebridian poets can just drop a poem and a hat like that on a cockleshell beach but I had to take a road trip when I was a kid of 34 through eight western states listening to Bonnie Raitt all the way to rolling into a tiny Napa hotel bar for a crystal of Cab.
I think it should be Hebridean in L1. Love the cockleshell beach
Some Clevelanders came in…two couples, and we chatted about snobs and whatnot.
One woman asked me where I came from. I said "Calgary." She asked "Where's that?" I said "Canada." She said "My, you speak very good English."
I suppose l could say that encouraged me to write poetry, but no… just a hint of metaphorical prose on the nose.
Down in the Silver Oak cellar I barrel tasted fruit dreaming roots into wine.
Everyone should visit Napa, really… even if your English is not so good… even if you don't drop a poem in it.
But then you just must head North, eat seafood chowder for lunch in Newport and sleep deep in Oregon trees under a valley of stars.
I like some of your internal rhymes prose on the nose sleep deep
Nice conversational part in the middle.
I really have nothing to nit on first read - just enjoyed
Eira
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Apr 30 16, 19:26
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Hi Joe,
Thanks for situating me in the regions you've mentioned. I have been several times to the USA and did indeed drive down the coast of California, from San Francisco or maybe Los Angeles. However, I didn't know about the Napa valley, but have heard of California's good wines! I'm sure I purchased some on my travels, that was a long time ago..
Don't think I visited Cleveland, but flew up to Washington to visit relatives in Spokane.
All very beautiful, I like the way you've got down to the nitty-gritty bits of life, making it sound realistic and close to the reader.
Congrats and thanks for sharing, Syl
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Mis temas favoritos The Lord replied, my precious, precious child, I love you and I would never leave you. During your times of trial and suffering, when you see only one set of footprints, it was then that I carried you.
"There is no life higher than the grasstops Or the hearts of sheep, and the wind Pours by like destiny, bending Everything in one direction."
Sylvia Plath, Crossing the Water, Wuthering Heights. Nominate a poem for the InterBoard Poetry Competition by taking into careful consideration those poems you feel would best represent Mosaic Musings. For details, click into the IBPC nomination forum. Did that poem just captivate you? Nominate it for the Faery award today! If perfection of form allured your muse, propose the Crown Jewels award. For more information, click here!MM Award Winner
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Apr 30 16, 20:31
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Thanks Psyche...I have never met anyone who just visited Cleveland. I drove by it once in a torrential downpour...maybe the heaviest I have ever seen...hardly could see and there was about a foot of water on the highway...didn't last long...but that is my memory of Cleveland
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