The quilt of life,
Sewn day by day.
Bound by tears and joy,
From the cradle to the grave.

Triumphs and tragedies.
Happiness and sorrow.
Ultimate highs....
Bottomless lows.

Days we wished
would last for ever.
Days that we thought
Would never end.

Some read like a
Tolstoy novel.
Others contain no more
Then a single panel.

Each quilt different.
Each one unique.
Each tells a story that was
The days of our lives.

I'm not sure where this is going.

Hello Peter,

Have had a reflection on life of late.
Reliving the best of times and worst
Have experienced losses of friends both young and old...
All the while life goes on. Just a release of emotion.
Thanks for the read.
AJC

I like quilts. They are neither warm nor cold...It's a good metaphor. lol

I get the poem. Makes pure sense. Cheers mate!

There is great comfort in a quilt. I enjoyed the read, Anthony.

Les

p.s. It reminds me of this one: [www.emule.com]

Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 06/28/2006 02:14AM by lg.

Hi Anthony,

Being Canadian, I prefer down duvets. Much warmer.

I won't be around emule much for the next month due to work load, which includes 5 festivals in a two week crunch, one of which I mistakenly volunteered for a management position in (which I will NEVER do again).

Basically, I am doing very well right now. Things are good. If I can squeeze in a few minutes sometime, I will try and email you.

I liked the poem. Particularly the half rhymes you used in stanzas 1 and 4, but am a wee bit confused as to why you abandoned the rhymes altogether in 3 and 5? Or is my accent just too far removed to find them?

WHat about...

"Each quilt different.
Each one unique.
Each tells a story that was
a patchwork that speaks."

Pardon my metre.


Just noticed in S3, the rhyme in L4 is internal. *nods to self.

Days we wished
would last for ever.
Days that we thought
Would never end.

So very true! Enjoyed the read.

Anthony:

My wife, an avid quilter, says there is a life story behind every quilt, so I think your metaphor is apropos. Good read.

Joe

I concur with Joe et some. I always liked the quilts in the winter.
Good to see you back my old friend.
I like the pome.

Angelia,

Thank you for the read, comment and for getting it
Cheers :-)

Les,
Thank you and thank you for the attachment.
That poem is a work of art and gave me chills.
I will save it. Truly beautiful.

Hello Bruce,
I will e-mail soon as well.
I can sense that you are in a better state. :-)
I have been crazy but calm is on the horizon.
You should know better then to volunteer for anything work
related. I write as an outlet. I don't have any poetry education,
creativeness or a great vocabulary. I get emotional or moved by something
and write down what I'm feeling. It is therapy,
(usually following a few pints LOL)
Living down the shore, from Memorial Day thru Labor day, we have friends and
family visiting and staying over every weekend. The visits are always full of good and bad remembrances and war stories. The people leave but the memories linger long after the visits. Good and bad.
Thanks for the ending, I do like it. Mine reads like the name of an American Soap opera. LOL

Kalida,
Thank you for the read and comment. :-)

Joe,
Thank you for the read. We have been to Lancaster Pa and have heard the same.
Also, the NY news usually has a piece on the AIDS quilt. Started 25 years ago, the families of victims from around the world have created panels of their loved ones. It is amazing it stretched miles when put together. My. Dept. would go into Newark during the X-mas holiday and bring toys to the the Pediatric units. The AIDS babies and crack babies would break your heart. We have had friends lose children to illness or being still born.
Thus the reference to a single panel. Thank again.

Terry,
Thank you for the read and comments.
I Will keep good thoughts for you,
while you combat those fires. Look forward to reading
a tall tale soon.
Be safe mi hermano.

Anthony ( AJC)

Anthony,

It is the local Folk Festival that I volunteered for, but in my defence I volunteered to be a co-ordinator, but was promoted in absentia to Security Manager, with 3 co-ordinators under me. lol.

The reason I volunteered was I liked last years Security Co-ordinator and didn't want them to replace her just because she couldn't make it this year. I didn't want to end up stuck dealing with someone that didn't know anything about security or its needs, but insisted on bossing around the professional crew (which I have seen happen way too often).

Third reason was this. They lost $20,000 the first year, and $29,000 last year, partly due to stuff that was avoidable, but they are new to it and fumbling a little. I know festivals. Been working them for 16 years now, so I have been able to inject a plethora of ideas that are all new to them. Like telling the city to give us stuff for free because we are helping to promote THEIR tourism. It worked and the municipal costs are way down.

As for how you write. Nothing wrong with it. Just ask James Joyce. Beer inspired all of his poetry too! lol.

Brucefur

I feel this was written well and I very much enjoyed it. Don't feel bad about knowing the in and out of poetry. Nor do I. Understanding that at any moment I could open up to the online world of open education to educate me better on learning poetry. I don't. I'm not sure why. If it is iggnorance for I don't feel the need to. or maybe because I don't wish to ever loose what I know by the way I do my writings. Which usually is as it comes or as I think. But nothing more or less. At times I may look up how to write poetry and then go off of that to write something. I've done this at least once or twice. But otherwise everything else is raw no clue.


But yes I did enjoy your writing. It reminds me of the quilts that mothers used to put together over the years and pass it on to their families,etc. But it has a great title and a sad feeling over all.

"To write something, you have to risk making a fool of yourself." Anne Rice

Bruce,
Congrats on the promotion !!!!!!!!!!!!!LOL
Hope the festival goes well and you have time to enjoy
some of it as well. I will look to e-mail you over the weekend.
Had some work done on my knee today, and will be home bound for the next few days. I will look to catch up on some e-mails and watch Futball live as opposed to TIVO. I have had to catch most of the Cup on tape, and spent the days trying to avoid finding out the results.

The Nolan,
Thank you kindly for the read and comments.
I do not feel bad about what I write. For me, it is like
a person keeping a journal. When I am overcome with a
sense of emotion, I write what I feel. It May not always be
pretty, or follow rules of poetry ( if they exist)...and doesn't
compare to the works that some authors post.
But I feel a sense of relief. I like many of the people
here. I enjoy their poetry and often relate to the words they write.
I feel like I should contribute something other then comments.
Over the past few years this site has been almost therapeutic. :-)
Thanks again,

AJC

Nolon, Anthony,

Poetry tends to evolve with us. As small children in grade school we take the baby steps, in high school we start to run. Only later, if we need to, do we go to the formal prom, otherwise we use what we have learned and are already comfy with.

I see the po et tree, something like this:

an
l   e
l     l
i       l
V         e
Sonnet
Confessional
Quatrain
C
o
u
p
l
e
t

Bruce,
Are those words written in English....or French???
I will look them up to start. This is perhaps Poetry 101
for me. ;-)
Thanks

Anthony,

Some are latin, the rest, I don't know.

A Couplet is a two line stanza, usually rhymed.

Here is an example by an emule member:

Alone In The Night
Posted by: Ian Beaumont (---.cache.pol.co.uk)
Date: June 23, 2022 05:10AM

The darkness all around me;
a small light, the only thing to guide me;

Wandering in darkness all alone;
No-one to turn to, no-one to phone;

I am lost in the darkness of the night;
and no-one here to help me, only demons I must fight;

People come and people go, few ever stay;
The darkness seems my own true friend, and it'll never go away;

Some lead me away from darkness, and out into the light;
But before too long, they've moved along, and I'm alone again in the night;

Some I can't find the space to trust, and I keep a watchful eye;
Tis not nice to say, but its the only way, when you've been hurt as often as I.

The day will come when I'll make my move, and step boldly into the light
but until that day, will come my way, I forever stay alone in the night.

A Quatrain is a four lined stanza, the same as what you have used in this piece here.

Confessional poetry is also known as Rants and are usually used to express personal angst. It is also largely, coming of age poetry.

A Sonnet is a quatzorain (14 line poem), written in iambic pentameter. Penta, meaning five, meter meaning beats. So each of those fourteen lines has 5 metric stresses and five unstressed syllables as well. Don't ask me to explain metrics further, because I doubt that I can.

A villanelle is... Well, really you are best off reading Stephen Fryer's thread about Villanelles. They are simple, but because of the repetitiveness, extremely hard to write well. 99% of them suck, but it is the 1% that succeed that I am refering to in my tree.

Hope that helped to clarify.

Brucefur

Here's a link fron General Discussion, which among other things, has a villianhell from me...and at one point, i refer to lg as "Les Luthor"

Great Fun !



[www.emule.com]

and let's not forget Sonnet the Hedgehog:

[uncyclopedia.org]

I know what you mean AJC. Emule is an addiction.

"To write something, you have to risk making a fool of yourself." Anne Rice

Bruce,
Thank you for the definitions and examples.
Also for including the attachment.

Johnny,
Thanks for the links.
Sure Les loved the new name....Surprised he hasn't
officially adopted it.LOL

Nolan,
True indeed

Maybe he still has too much hair left !

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