Open Poetry #40 |
A Father's Advice (Sestina) |
Kethry Member Rara Avis
since 2000-07-29
Posts 9082Victoria Australia |
*Nan has made her sestina into a mystical artform mine on the other hand is more earthy. This has a sort of Polonoius feel when I read it back. Do your best to keep it sane don’t let rain fall on your plow in life there’s orange peel and pith get used to it, and chew on salt throughout the day, to spend your coin . When things get tough play the fife. To learn to laugh you play the fife, laugh loud and long to keep it sane. life’s not all husk sometimes your coin is learning while you work the plow. As long as life’s preserved by salt, remember not all weeds are pith. A drought will bring you times of pith when all is dry, but play the fife and friends will come; they are the salt that feeds the soil and keeps things sane. Never, ever sell your plow, or you will find no joy in coin. You work the farm and then there’s coin though sometimes juice also brings pith but richness comes on with your plow. As long as you can play the fife you’ll keep your balance, keep it sane, and take stories with a grain of salt. A farmer wife is God’s own salt, she’ll use her hands to save your coin this touch of earth will keep you sane make marmalade from the pith. and sing along with your fife. She’ll milk the cows and learn to plow. You’ll gain know how from grain and plow and wounds will not be rubbed with salt, with evenings spent playing the fife when harvest brings the weight of coin and all is bounty with no pith. Then you’ll discover this life’s sane. They’re good companions fife and plow to keep life sane with seasoned salt so spend your coin – beware the pith. a good commitee can decimate communication. |
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Drauntz Member Elite
since 2007-03-16
Posts 2905Los Angeles California |
quite a play of words and the stories. enjoyed chewingly. |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
A drought will bring you times of pith when all is dry, but play the fife and friends will come; they are the salt that feeds the soil and keeps things sane. I enjoyed the whole... very much. *S* But these lines found a special place in my heart... reminding me to give thanks for friends and sanity... Because of the former, I have the latter. *S* |
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