Emily Dickinson Snippet Challenge, For the Poet in You! Options

[Cleo_Serapis]

Hi all. YEP - here I go again!  

I thought it might be fun to try and use several of Emily Dickinson's poetry snippets and form a new poem using partial lines from her various poems.

I will supply the lines. You can use them as the beginning of a line or mix them up as long as the snippets remain intact. Good luck!

Here is one of my favorites by her:
"Hope" is the Thing with Feathers

"Hope" is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I've heard it in the chillest land
And on the strangest sea,
Yet never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.

Here are the snippets you must use in your poem (in any order). Feel free to rhyme or write free verse or any other type of poetry style to your liking! There are 12 snippets. You must use at least 8.

Cheers and good luck!

~Cleo  

Until eternity
Without a chance
to be somebody
Of cathedral tunes
And sweetest in
Light swung the silver
We passed the fields
The grass divides
A sudden expectation
Wild nights should
distant strains of triumph
the row of stars

[Guest_Zeus˛_*]

Hi Lor
You must remember this
A kiss is still a kiss, a sigh is just a sigh
The fundamental things apply
As time goes by  

my piece  that I did, tried to apply a sonnet, free verse and cinquain to all of this, not too well.
 Can Love Be

(he)
The row of stars, luminescent  in the sky,
pinpoints of my love, I share with you.
Until eternity, will never deny
the feelings I have, if you only knew;

of cathedral tunes we hear,sung so bright,
and sweetest sounds, our lives to live.
Wild nights should be to us a delight,
a sudden expectation that we give.

My light swung the silver sparkle to your eyes,
to be somebody  I care for very much,
without a chance, my heart often cries,
distant strains of triumph from your touch.

We passed the fields, the stars still above,
the grass divides the longing of our love.
*****
 
(she)

Without a chance to speak to you,
I wait until eternity passes,
a sudden expectation of my love,
and, the sweetest  in the world,

wild nights should not forsake me.
To be somebody who cares so deeply,
the grass divides us for now,
yet I will follow the row of stars,

of cathedral tunes  echoing in my mind.
The light swung the silver cup to me,
we passed the fields of our love,
to drink in prevailing distant strains of triumph.
 
+++
(they)
without
a chance to be,
somebody, as sweet to me,
a sudden expection to give:
absence.
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[Cleo_Serapis]

Very beautiful Larry!

   

[Guest__*]

To Be Somebody

Drowned by the swelling of cathedral tunes
Reverberating about my ears;
Watching as light swung the silver chalice
Mesmerizing me, distant strains of triumph
Echoed unto, and until, eternity.
Later, as we passed the fields,
the row of stars gave me a chance
to be somebody.Where the grass divides
the cemetry in two, and, sweetest in rememberance,
a sudden expectation, realisation, that you too desire me,
that wild nights should be grasped and grappled with,
without a chance for second thoughts, you became forever mine .....

Alan McAlpine Douglas

[Cleo_Serapis]

[Alan]

ABJECT LESSON

Light swung the silver tinkle of cathedral tunes,
and sweetest in memory lay the incense-laden fumes
of a sudden expectation to be somebody.

As it were the grass divides, distant strains of triumph
reverberate within my soul. Without a chance
or choice to hesitate, I step toward the tall lectern.

The row of stars in faces all upturned blinked,
expectant that wild nights should be suspended,
at least temporarily though not until eternity, for me.

As I commenced the reading, my wild nights spluttered
into life and wracking coughs; heading for the pew
we passed the fields of disapproval, my abject guilt and I.

Alan McAlpine Douglas

Emily Dickinson snippets used :

Light swung the silver
Of cathedral tunes
And sweetest in
A sudden expectation
To be somebody
The grass divides
Distant strains of triumph
Without a chance
The row of stars
Wild nights should
Until eternity
We passed the fields

PS Object/Abject lesson, geddit ?

[Cleo_Serapis]

Fantastic, Alan!



~Cleo

[Alan]

Dear Lori,

WOW, thanks !

Love
Alan

[Larry]

This has been idle for nearly 7 years so I thought I'd give it a try and bring it back to life.


Nam

We passed the fields where rice once grew
but it’s all dead, without a chance
to feed or flourish. We all knew
that blood and gore would not enhance

a precious crop. The grass divides
each paddy from encroaching trees
that border them; death also hides
to be somebody else’s geas.

With generals, the row of stars
will keep them safe. Wild nights should bring
them peaceful dreams where nothing mars
those distant strains of triumph’s ring

and sweetest in their dreams would be
to war until eternity.

9 snippets used in order of appearance: we passed the fields, without a chance, the grass divides, to be somebody, the row of stars, wild nights should, distant strains of triumph, and sweetest in, until eternity

Sorry Emily!