Lamentable Conviction (Revised 15 May 08), A Converted Pandora Prose Response Options

[Cleo_Serapis]

This poem was mused in response to the poem: "Hear an Army Charging Upon the Land", by James Joyce

Phrases incorporated:
the gloom of dreams
clanging upon the heart
their whirling laughter
shaking in triumph
a thunder of horses
the charioteers
In black armour

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Revision 4: 15 May, 2008


Lamentable Conviction


I stand

in Conquest’s aftermath,
where bronzed valleys bemoan
crimson-soaked chants.

Frantic charioteers storm off
to slaughter an enemy
of lamentable conviction.

In faint whispers,
gods of wind and rain clamour
a thunder of horses’ hooves
upon my crusade

cleansing the bloodshed and core
of fallen kinfolk I never knew.

In that rancid place,
the gloom of dreams summons
those clanging upon heartstrings
of acquiescent minds.

Those who follow false Messiahs
shall surely perish --
not by thy enemy’s sword nor hand,
but by their own feeble foolery...

For it is in their whirling laughter,
their incomprehensible actions,
that we shall find truth!

A tolerant innocence exists
only in our yesterdays
where the strong return
shaking in triumph;
bearing freedom’s crest.

In black armour, we ride
to the depths of Hell,
where the only enemy to conquer

is ourselves.

<sub>Copyright © Lorraine M Kanter 15 May 2008


Revision 3: 26 Mar 2007
Swapped some stanzas around

Revision 2: Aug 22 2006 (Thanks Nina, Cathy and Liz)

I stand...
in Conquest’s aftermath,
where bronzed valleys bemoan
crimson-soaked chants.

Frantic charioteers storm off
to slaughter an enemy
of lamentable conviction.

In faint whispers,
Gods of Wind and Rain clamour
a thunder of horses’ hooves
upon my crusade;

cleansing the bloodshed and core
of fallen kinfolk I never knew…

And in that rancid place,
the gloom of dreams summons
those clanging upon heartstrings
of acquiescent minds.

For it is in their whirling laughter;
their incomprehensible actions,
that we shall find truth!

Those who follow false Messiahs
shall surely perish…
not by thy enemy’s sword nor hand,
but by their own feeble naiveté.

A tolerant innocence exists
only in our yesterdays
where the strong return
shaking in triumph;
bearing freedom’s crest.

In black armour, we ride
to the depths of Hell,
where the only enemy to conquer...
is ourselves.


Original:

I stand...
in an aftermath of conquest
where bronzed valleys bemoan
crimson-soaked chants.

The charioteers storm off
to slaughter an enemy of
lamentable convictions.

In faint whispers,
Gods of Wind and Rain clamour
a thunder of horses’ hooves
upon my path of crusade;

cleansing the bloodshed and core
of fallen kinfolk I never knew…

And in that rancid place,
the gloom of dreams summons
those clanging upon the heartstrings
of acquiescent minds.

For it is in their whirling laughter;
their incomprehensible actions,
that we shall find the truth!

Those who follow false Messiahs
shall surely perish…
not by thy enemy’s sword nor hand,
but by his own feeble naiveté.

A tolerant innocence exists
only in our yesterdays where
the strong return shaking in triumph;
bearing our crest of freedom.

In black armour, we ride
into the depths of Hell,
where the only enemy we'll conquer...
is ourselves.[/size]
Copyright © Lorraine M Kanter 22 Jul 2006</sub>

This post has been edited by Cleo_Serapis: May 21 08, 05:34

Reason for edit: Rev 4

[Guest_Nina_*]

Hi Lori

This was an impressive reply to the challenge. It was hard enough to follow the poem let alone use the phrases. You have some very strong imagery of the blood, violence and armies off to war.

I'm not sure how much you want to keep those phrases and my suggestions may change them, use or reject as you wish.

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Lamentable Convictions

I stand...
in {an aftermath of} conquest['s aftermath,]
where bronzed valleys bemoan
crimson-soaked chants.

{The} {c}[C]harioteers storm off ..storm off seems like they are heading off in a temper. Perhaps "set off" or "depart"
to slaughter an enemy of
lamentable conviction{s}.

In faint whispers,
Gods of Wind and Rain clamour ...I'm not sure but does Gods need to be capitalised?
a thunder of horses’ hooves
upon my {path of} crusade;

cleansing the bloodshed and core ..???core. Do you mean "gore"? Good imagery, yuk!
of fallen kinfolk I never knew…

And in that rancid place,
the gloom of dreams summons
those clanging upon the heartstrings
of acquiescent minds.

For it is in their whirling laughter;
their incomprehensible actions,
that we shall find {the} truth!

Those who follow false Messiahs
shall surely perish…
not by thy enemy’s sword nor hand,
but by {his}[their] own feeble naiveté. ...who is to say they are the ones following a false Messiah

A tolerant innocence exists
only in our yesterdays where
the strong return {shaking}[glowing] in triumph;
bearing {our crest of} freedom['s crest].

In black armour, we ride
{in}to the depths of Hell,
where the only enemy {we'll}[to] conquer...
is ourselves. ...I very much like this last verse. As enemy is singular, ourselves is grammatically incorrect. You could say within ourselves or "the only enemies to conquer are ourselves."


Thus:

I stand...
in conquest's aftermath,
where bronzed valleys bemoan
crimson-soaked chants.

Charioteers set off
to slaughter an enemy of
lamentable conviction.

In faint whispers,
gods of Wind and Rain clamour
a thunder of horses’ hooves
upon my crusade;

cleansing the bloodshed and gore
of fallen kinfolk I never knew…

And in that rancid place,
the gloom of dreams summons
those clanging upon the heartstrings
of acquiescent minds.

For it is in their whirling laughter;
their incomprehensible actions,
that we shall find truth!

Those who follow false Messiahs
shall surely perish…
not by thy enemy’s sword nor hand,
but by their own feeble naiveté.

A tolerant innocence exists
only in our yesterdays where
the strong return glowing in triumph;
bearing freedom's crest.

In black armour, we ride
to the depths of Hell,
where the only enemy to conquer...
is withiin ourselves.

Thanks for the read.

Nina

[Guest_Cathy_*]

Hi Lori,

I knew you could do it! This is so cool! Very strong and emotional ... magnificent poem!

Use or lose the following suggestions as you see fit! *smiles*
Cathy

I stand...
in an aftermath of conquest
where bronzed valleys bemoan
crimson-soaked chants. Great opening stanza!

The charioteers storm off
to slaughter an enemy of
lamentable convictions.

What about adding:

Armed with pride
and fierce determination,
charioteers storm off
to slaughter an enemy of
lamentable convictions.

In faint whispers,
Gods of Wind and Rain clamour IMO you could omit 'clamour' and get the same effect.
{a}[the] thunder of horses’ hooves If you leave 'clamour'. The challenge was 'thunder of horses' ... I checked. *smiles* For some reason 'a' doesn't sound right IMO.
upon my path of crusade;

cleansing the bloodshed and core Did you mean 'gore'?
of fallen kinfolk I never knew…

And in that rancid place,
the gloom of dreams summons
those clanging upon the heartstrings
of acquiescent minds.

For it is in their whirling laughter;
their incomprehensible actions,
that we shall find {the} [T]ruth!

Those who follow false Messiahs
shall surely perish…
not by thy enemy’s sword nor hand,
but by {his}[their] own feeble naiveté. You were speaking of 'those' so wouldn't this need to be plural too?

A tolerant innocence exists
only in our yesterdays where
the strong return shaking in triumph;
bearing our crest of freedom.

In black armour, we ride
into the depths of Hell,
where the only enemy we'll conquer...
is ourselves. Very strong ending!

I stand...
in an aftermath of conquest
where bronzed valleys bemoan
crimson-soaked chants.

Armed with pride
and fierce determination,
charioteers storm off
to slaughter an enemy of
lamentable convictions.

In faint whispers,
Gods of Wind and Rain
thunder of horses’ hooves
upon my path of crusade;

cleansing the bloodshed and core
of fallen kinfolk I never knew…

And in that rancid place,
the gloom of dreams summons
those clanging upon the heartstrings
of acquiescent minds.

For it is in their whirling laughter;
their incomprehensible actions,
that we shall find Truth!

Those who follow false Messiahs
shall surely perish…
not by thy enemy’s sword nor hand,
but by their own feeble naiveté.

A tolerant innocence exists
only in our yesterdays where
the strong return shaking in triumph;
bearing our crest of freedom.

In black armour, we ride
into the depths of Hell,
where the only enemy we'll conquer...
is ourselves.

[AMETHYST]

Wow Lori,

This is breath-taking... Such absolutely soul soothing visuals created that paint the story out so strong and vividly. The active language truly allows the reader to feel the movement within the poem, emphasized by the loveliness of images you have created.

Some thoughts to follow. You've received great feedback already so I will try not to repeat...

Hugs, Liz

Lamentable Convictions

I stand...
in an aftermath of conquest
where bronzed valleys bemoan
crimson-soaked chants.

[b]

In S1, ... "bronzed valleys bemoan../crimson-soaked chants." This is so descriptively alluring.
I liked the suggestion left by Nina. Weeding out the unnecssary words such as 'in, an'... "

Perhaps..

I stand
in Conquest's aftermath,
as bronzed valleys bemoan
crimson-soaked chants.



The charioteers storm off
to slaughter an enemy of
lamentable convictions.

Suggest in L1, omitting 'off'' unnecessary. ALso suggest bringing down 'of' to L3. Perhaps omitting the s on convictions will enhance the meaning of lamentable conviction.

"The charioteers storm
to slaughter an enemy
of lamentable conviction.



In faint whispers,
Gods of Wind and Rain clamour
a thunder of horses’ hooves
upon my path of crusade;

Excellent Poetry. The image of thunderous hooves on paths where battles are fought, and the winds whispering to the warriors in soft pelts of rain... Not a nit here... Lovely sonics that ease into each other...


cleansing the bloodshed and core
of fallen kinfolk I never knew…

I would suggest a line break after bloodshed and omit 'and core'
Leaving ...

cleansing the bloodshed
of fallen kinfolk, I never knew.


And in that rancid place,
the gloom of dreams summons
those clanging upon the heartstrings
of acquiescent minds.

I am not sure about this stanza. It seems like the meaning is strong, but sort of gets lost in wordiness, Perhaps...

In that rancid place
where gloom of dreams summon
those clanging upon heartstrings
of acquiescent minds.



For it is in their whirling laughter;
their incomprehensible actions,
that we shall find the truth!

Again some minor weeding...

It is in their whirling laughter;
incomprehensible actions
that we shall find the truth!


Those who follow false Messiahs
shall surely perish…
not by thy enemy’s sword nor hand,
but by his own feeble naiveté.

Again... Great Stanza...


A tolerant innocence exists
only in our yesterdays where
the strong return shaking in triumph;
bearing our crest of freedom.

Suggest bringing down 'where to L3, and line break L3 after return

In black armour, we ride
into the depths of Hell,
where the only enemy we'll conquer...
is ourselves.

Other than a suggestion to omit 'the' in L2, this is a very profound ending.


Copyright © Lorraine M Kanter 22 Jul 2006
*A response to the poem: Hear an Army Charging Upon the Land, by James Joyce

Phrases used:
the gloom of dreams
clanging upon the heart
their whirling laughter
shaking in triumph
a thunder of horses
the charioteers
In black armour
[/b]

[Cleo_Serapis]

Hi Nina.

Hi Lori

This was an impressive reply to the challenge. It was hard enough to follow the poem let alone use the phrases. You have some very strong imagery of the blood, violence and armies off to war.

I'm not sure how much you want to keep those phrases and my suggestions may change them, use or reject as you wish.

Thank you. I was thinking of a few movies from the Roman days and this is the result my muse mused. The phrases need not stay if substitutes better express my message.

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I stand...
in {an aftermath of} conquest['s aftermath,]
where bronzed valleys bemoan
crimson-soaked chants.

Thanks - that would work and maintain the image in the opening.

{The} {c}[C]harioteers storm off ..storm off seems like they are heading off in a temper. Perhaps "set off" or "depart"
to slaughter an enemy of
lamentable conviction{s}.

I want to evoke an image of the chariots riding off in a frenzied manner, so the words 'storm off' came to mind. Set off and depart, while good substitutes, do not quite evoke the frenziness I want to impart there.

In faint whispers,
Gods of Wind and Rain clamour ...I'm not sure but does Gods need to be capitalised?
a thunder of horses’ hooves
upon my {path of} crusade;

I'm not certain myself?

cleansing the bloodshed and core ..???core. Do you mean "gore"? Good imagery, yuk!
of fallen kinfolk I never knew…

No - I meant core - as in 'soul'. Cleansing the soul of fallen kinfolk. I had soul at first and then changed it to core for its multi-meaning - the core of us and the core/shell that remains on the battlefields.

Those who follow false Messiahs
shall surely perish…
not by thy enemy’s sword nor hand,
but by {his}[their] own feeble naiveté. ...who is to say they are the ones following a false Messiah

The 'Messiah' in my example is the leader of the armies. Those who believe they are acting 'of God's Will' so to speak - most commanders seem to mimic this ideal. Thanks for the edit there too on 'their'.

A tolerant innocence exists
only in our yesterdays where
the strong return {shaking}[glowing] in triumph;
bearing {our crest of} freedom['s crest].

Shaking in triumph is one of th phrases and glowing would work too but I don't want to portray an image of them glowing/gloating over winning, I want them to be 'shaken' by it. Would freedom's crest show the personalization as does 'our crest of freedom'?

In black armour, we ride
{in}to the depths of Hell,
where the only enemy {we'll}[to] conquer...
is ourselves. ...I very much like this last verse. As enemy is singular, ourselves is grammatically incorrect. You could say within ourselves or "the only enemies to conquer are ourselves."

Thanks, this is my favorite verse. I'll need to think in the gramatics a bit.

Thanks for the read.
Nina

Thanks Nina for your most thorough critique as always. You've given me lots to consider.
Cheers
~Cleo

[Cleo_Serapis]

Hi Cathy.

Hi Lori,

I knew you could do it! This is so cool! Very strong and emotional ... magnificent poem!

Use or lose the following suggestions as you see fit! *smiles*
Cathy

Thanks very much! It was fun to try to shape a prose response into a poem.

Great opening stanza!

Thanks!

What about adding:

Armed with pride
and fierce determination,
charioteers storm off
to slaughter an enemy of
lamentable convictions.

Hmmm - I'll need to think on that. Maybe the second line, but I'm not certain they are armed with pride. So maybe: armed with fierce detemination?

In faint whispers,
Gods of Wind and Rain clamour IMO you could omit 'clamour' and get the same effect.
{a}[the] thunder of horses’ hooves If you leave 'clamour'. The challenge was 'thunder of horses' ... I checked. *smiles* For some reason 'a' doesn't sound right IMO.
upon my path of crusade;

cleansing the bloodshed and core Did you mean 'gore'?
of fallen kinfolk I never knew…

Not sure I see how eliminating clamour makes it the same, but 'the' can be exchanged for sure.

Those who follow false Messiahs
shall surely perish…
not by thy enemy’s sword nor hand,
but by {his}[their] own feeble naiveté. You were speaking of 'those' so wouldn't this need to be plural too?

Yes - Nina mentioned it too.

In black armour, we ride
into the depths of Hell,
where the only enemy we'll conquer...
is ourselves. Very strong ending!

Thanks very much Cathy. I will ponder these suggestions too when I make my first revision.

Cheers!
~Cleo

[Cleo_Serapis]

Hi Liz.

Wow Lori,

This is breath-taking... Such absolutely soul soothing visuals created that paint the story out so strong and vividly. The active language truly allows the reader to feel the movement within the poem, emphasized by the loveliness of images you have created.

Some thoughts to follow. You've received great feedback already so I will try not to repeat...

Hugs, Liz

Thanks very much! Glad you envisioned the battle scene action through my words.

I stand...
in an aftermath of conquest
where bronzed valleys bemoan
crimson-soaked chants.

In S1, ... "bronzed valleys bemoan../crimson-soaked chants." This is so descriptively alluring. I liked the suggestion left by Nina. Weeding out the unnecssary words such as 'in, an'... "

Perhaps..

I stand
in Conquest's aftermath,
as bronzed valleys bemoan
crimson-soaked chants.

Yes, that would work well. TY!

The charioteers storm off
to slaughter an enemy of
lamentable convictions.

Suggest in L1, omitting 'off'' unnecessary. ALso suggest bringing down 'of' to L3. Perhaps omitting the s on convictions will enhance the meaning of lamentable conviction.

"The charioteers storm
to slaughter an enemy
of lamentable conviction.

I'll need to think on this as I do mean storm off as in a frenzy. Conviction in the singular would also work too. TY!

In faint whispers,
Gods of Wind and Rain clamour
a thunder of horses’ hooves
upon my path of crusade;

Excellent Poetry. The image of thunderous hooves on paths where battles are fought, and the winds whispering to the warriors in soft pelts of rain... Not a nit here... Lovely sonics that ease into each other...

Thanks very much!

cleansing the bloodshed and core
of fallen kinfolk I never knew…

I would suggest a line break after bloodshed and omit 'and core'
Leaving ...

cleansing the bloodshed
of fallen kinfolk, I never knew.

With 'core' I want to emphasize not only the bloodshed but also the 'core' or 'remanants of the souls' left behind of the slaughtered soldiers. Bloodshed does intimate that but I think 'core' adds a bit more. Need to think on that.

And in that rancid place,
the gloom of dreams summons
those clanging upon the heartstrings
of acquiescent minds.

I am not sure about this stanza. It seems like the meaning is strong, but sort of gets lost in wordiness, Perhaps...

In that rancid place
where gloom of dreams summon
those clanging upon heartstrings
of acquiescent minds.

Your suggestion doesn't read like a complete thought to me Liz. I am stating that the rancid place they see 'summons' or 'conjures' gloom and dreams of gloom, leaving them to question their conviction.

Those who follow false Messiahs
shall surely perish…
not by thy enemy’s sword nor hand,
but by his own feeble naiveté.

Again... Great Stanza...

Thanks!

A tolerant innocence exists
only in our yesterdays where
the strong return shaking in triumph;
bearing our crest of freedom.

Suggest bringing down 'where to L3, and line break L3 after return

Yep - I can do that for emphasis.

In black armour, we ride
into the depths of Hell,
where the only enemy we'll conquer...
is ourselves.

Other than a suggestion to omit 'the' in L2, this is a very profound ending.

Thank you very much Liz for stopping by. I've received three excellent critiques thus far now and will ponder all the ideas when I am ready to write a revision.

Cheers
~Cleo

[Cleo_Serapis]

Revision 1 posted today.

Thanks Nina, Cathy and Liz.

[Cleo_Serapis]

Slight revision to S3:

deleted 'path of' in the line:
upon my crusade;

Cheers
~Cleo

[AMETHYST]

Hi Lori,

The changes in the revision are excellent. In S1, L2, it flows smooth off the tongue, and the image of personalizing Conquest adds more power to this readers interpretation.
In S2, I like the feel of Frantic. It helps to associate the emotions of the charioteers, showing a relative emotion to the our own when in defense mode. In S3, the rearranging and altering of words heightened the meaning for me and I love the sound when spoken aloud. Nice revisions.

in S4, I would suggest a line break after cleansing allowing it stand alone. then bring down the remainder of the line on its own.
S5, perhaps ... 'summon' without the s.
S7 is my favorite. The power of thought and intent is a poem in itself.
While the ending stanza is remarkable. Again... great poetry!

Hugs, Liz

[azurepoetry]

Hello Cleo,

i echo Liz/Amethyst's sentiments about this piece. It does roll of the tongue in parts; the poem also fits the requirements amazingly so. i get a great image, analogy of modern times and the overall habitual self-inflicting madness of humanity.

While S8's use of 'innocence' fits as a choice to the analogy's current mode of thinking, 'naivete' in the previous stanza does not fit the confines it is sentenced to (pun). Something more like 'folly', 'foolishness' or even 'ignorance' is more appropriate. i know you are trying to link the two stanzas together; i just don't think it's even necessary, the poem works well without it.

This poem may seem didactic in nature, yet i think it is a lesson we need never stop hearing. Tape the 'repeat' button down until further notice.

btw, the ending stanza is a killer (again, pun). It is reminescent of older masters without trying.
Thanks for the great read.

~tim/azurepoetry

[Cleo_Serapis]

Hi Liz.

Hi Lori,

The changes in the revision are excellent. In S1, L2, it flows smooth off the tongue, and the image of personalizing Conquest adds more power to this readers interpretation.

Thanks - I think so too - everyone suggested that change so it was a 'must need to do' moment.

In S2, I like the feel of Frantic. It helps to associate the emotions of the charioteers, showing a relative emotion to the our own when in defense mode. In S3, the rearranging and altering of words heightened the meaning for me and I love the sound when spoken aloud. Nice revisions.

I also felt charioteers needed something more. Cathy's ideas was good, however, I wanted to keep it limited to one or two additional words so I hope 'frantic' works. That word choice to me indicates 'chaos' and I like that. S3 is one of my favorites - the narrator among us.

in S4, I would suggest a line break after cleansing allowing it stand alone. then bring down the remainder of the line on its own.

Yes, I could do that but in this case, I wanted that stanza to remain short and carry through. Visually too, I'm not overly keen on making 'cleansing' a stand alone line, but will give more thought to it.

S5, perhaps ... 'summon' without the s. (I don't think that would be gramatically correct Liz? )

S7 is my favorite. The power of thought and intent is a poem in itself.
While the ending stanza is remarkable. Again... great poetry!

Hugs, Liz

Thanks so much - I'm happy to see this old poem resurrected with new life and glad to receive your feedback.

HUGS
~Cleo

[Cleo_Serapis]

Hello Tim.

Hello Cleo,

i echo Liz/Amethyst's sentiments about this piece. It does roll of the tongue in parts; the poem also fits the requirements amazingly so. i get a great image, analogy of modern times and the overall habitual self-inflicting madness of humanity.

Thank you! Free verse is not my forte so I appreciate your feedback! When I first had bouts with writer's block, I would read works from the old bards and then one day I had an idea to take snippets from those works and try to write a completely new poem from them. The idea caught on and it is a fun challenge for me and also helps in times when nothing comes into mind. These phrases made me think of the madness we are facing today with terrorism, and I wanted to compare it to the warring of centuries past (a morale dilemma perhaps to show things never change with the passage of time).

While S8's use of 'innocence' fits as a choice to the analogy's current mode of thinking, 'naivete' in the previous stanza does not fit the confines it is sentenced to (pun). Something more like 'folly', 'foolishness' or even 'ignorance' is more appropriate. i know you are trying to link the two stanzas together; i just don't think it's even necessary, the poem works well without it.
I see what you mean Tim. I am thinking now along the lines of callowness or ignorance - I'll think on it.

This poem may seem didactic in nature, yet i think it is a lesson we need never stop hearing. Tape the 'repeat' button down until further notice.

btw, the ending stanza is a killer (again, pun). It is reminescent of older masters without trying.
Thanks for the great read.

~tim/azurepoetry

I wish this lesson could be heard, learned Tim - unfortunately, it has been going on since the dawn of man (hmm - Space 2001 just came into me mind there , LOL). There are always those who seek to control - humanity or insanity?

I'm glad the ending worked for you - it is my favorite, the morale here in this one, we are our own enemies. I thank you very much for your kind words - I DO like to write in styles more like the old bards.....

Thanks for your feedback!
~Cleo

[Cleo_Serapis]

Rev 3 now posted - a slight change to stanza structure in first and last stanzas, a few word changes and some punctuation changes too.

Cheers all
~Cleo

[Ephiny]

Hi Lori,

I love this poem..it's a story full of imaginative imagery and wonderful thought-provoking scenes..I think your revisions are very effective as well. It conveys a timeless pattern of war, prejudice, power..so many things. It is hard to choose a favourite part..though I LOVE the last lines...perfect and packing a real punch..just brilliant. I also love this part

Frantic charioteers storm off
to slaughter an enemy
of lamentable conviction.

Your adjectives are all prefect and convey the sounds and sights really well...this is one I could read over and over and get something different each time..well done!

Lucie

[Cleo_Serapis]

Hello Lucie!

Thank you very much for your kind words!

This is a subject that could be seen from many points of view all over the world, and also from many different times in history. With the phrases I had to use, it lent itself to this feel for me when I sat down to write it. I thought of war and the ultimate question - who are we really fighting, who IS the enemy? Human Nature?

Thanks for stopping by and it's good to see you again!
~Cleo

[Orion]

Hello Cleo!

Sooooo nice to see you on this lovely day, and to read your work is a grand treat. This is quite a poem, one that I enjoyed from top to bottom. Of course, the comments in between make it very interesting all around.

Jan

[Cleo_Serapis]

Hi Jan.

SO nice to see you too (but here, we are having a YES, SNOWstorm at the moment)! I think someone forgot to tell Mother Nature it's MID APRIL, LOL!

I'm glad you stopped by and enjoyed this poem! Hope to interact with you as often as possible!

Have a grand day!
~Cleo

[Orion]

Cleo~



Isn't the weather wild worldwide these days? It's 64 degrees here (finally!) during our spring break from school. Earlier in the week temps were in the 30's. I don't get it. Why are the seasons having such a tug-o'-war? I hope to interact more with you. By the way, thanks for keeping in touch over the years, even with calendars or interesting emails, friend!

Jan

[Cleo_Serapis]

Hi Jan/

Yes, it's been so bizarre, a few weeks ago we had one day in the 80's and a few days later it was in the 30's. It progressively dropped 10 degrees every day that week. The perennials are all confused!

I finally put my icebrush away - hope I won't need it until winter!

I think it has alot to with Global Warming......

Hoping to see you more too especially over the summer Jan!

~Cleo