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Days of Youth
A mockingbird crooned his melody
as I sat under a blooming Lilac tree
I closed my eyes and soon drifted away
lulled by soft buzzing of the honeybees.
Sweet scent of lilac filled the warm day
as I began to dream of frolicking play
remembering youth and how I shined
never knowing the steep price I’d pay.
Recalling nights drinking fruit of the vine
Falling into the arms of a love so divine
if only back then, I had been able to see
his unfaithful heart would never be mine.
©2018 Linda Lee Lyberg
Today’s prompt at NaPoWriMo was a challenge to write a poem that stirs the senses.
Frank hosts the bar tonight and asks we complete a Rubaiyat or variation thereof.
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Awwwww… It started so nice. I could smell the lilacs and hear the bees. But alas, it was then like a storm rolled in. 😢
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Lol! Yes. Thanks Walt. 😊
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My pleasure ☺
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Excellent. Some hearts can’t be trusted
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Yes, so true. Thank you Drew.
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That looks just right for the rubaiyat, a fine memoir of youth, and betrayal. Very good
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Thank you so much!
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😃
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Lilacs are so special for the season of youth… here in Sweden they bloom in perfect timing for exams… so that would be where that first love would happen i think
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That’s so cool Bjorn. Thanks for sharing!
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Nice rubaiyat and beautiful lilac blooms. May faithful love appear.
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Yes, thank you Frank!
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Reblogged this on The Militant Negro™.
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Thank you!
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💕🌹😎🌷😊👍👌🥂
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Oh this is so bittersweet!!
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Thank you!
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Beautiful and sad! No one can predict the future. I can smell the lilacs. We cut our first lilac blooms just this evening. The aroma fills the air!
Dwight
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How lovely for you Dwight! Thanks for stopping by.
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I notice that you carried the suggested rhyming scheme into subsequent stanzas. Great work!
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Thank you Jane! I appreciate your kind words.
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My pleasure! I always enjoy reading poems that have followed the rules and got it right 🙂
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Smiling! It was my first try at this form and did my best to get it right.
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You did 🙂 I’ve noticed that often we dash off an approximation to the form. Often it makes a good poem, but not the one we’re supposed to be attempting…
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Beautiful! Methinks the reason we’re not warned is that we’re meant to learn something from it… how to be stronger etc . You made this look easy 🙂
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Thanks Vivian. It’s my first Rubaiyat. 😊
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And a wonderful one, too!
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😊
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Wow. You perfectly captured the sweet, fragrant, simple joy of youth (I could smell the lilacs) and the ache of that first painful loss… Funny that the smell of lilacs seems to carry such a universal memory. Takes me right back to sweeter, more innocent days. Lovely poem…even with the painful reminder…thank you so much…❤️
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Thank you! I am so happy you enjoyed it.
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I am always taken to another world by the scent of lilac! Sadly, this takes the reader to unrequited love. Well done!
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Thank you Lillian!
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Youth tends to follow the whims of the heart but it’s easy to get carried away when drinking fruit of the vine.
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Yes, it is! Thanks Lynn.
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Oh, this is beautiful! It seems as if I’ve heard it before.
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Thank you- I so appreciate you stopping by and commenting.
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From the lilacs to the blues. Nice!
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Wow. Thanks Charley!
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You are welcome!
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I love that line!
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Thank you.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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