Purple Heather
A little free verse poem: half fact, half fiction.12 total reviews
Comment from Pearl Edwards
This is a lovely free verse Heather, about your namesake flower, Purple Heather. I love the story you tell about the young girl who first saw this lovely scene and the old lady who revisits.
The tiny little bells
hugging each other
love that description. I too am not a natural rhymer and free verse is my first love. Nicely done, a lovely presentation.
cheers,
valda
reply by the author on 28-May-2022
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This is a lovely free verse Heather, about your namesake flower, Purple Heather. I love the story you tell about the young girl who first saw this lovely scene and the old lady who revisits.
The tiny little bells
hugging each other
love that description. I too am not a natural rhymer and free verse is my first love. Nicely done, a lovely presentation.
cheers,
valda
Comment Written 27-May-2022
reply by the author on 28-May-2022
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Thanks so much, Valda. I'm glad there are others out there who love free verse. Anyway, prose is still my first love. The problem is I don't have any time now. I'll have to wait till the end of June. July the 1st and the school year will be over.
Comment from l.raven
HI Heather, your poem reminded me of the movie...Withering
Heights...the heathers was where the lovers would meet...
it's so good to see you my sweet friend...I have been
off and on for a few weeks...
babysitting a three month old...5 days a week...and so
I'm on and off FS...
some times age can take memories...but there are things...
some memories can not be caged...and they are seen forever...
I love your poem sweet girl...and love the stunning picture...so very well written you...God Bless...love you...Linda xxoo
reply by the author on 23-May-2022
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HI Heather, your poem reminded me of the movie...Withering
Heights...the heathers was where the lovers would meet...
it's so good to see you my sweet friend...I have been
off and on for a few weeks...
babysitting a three month old...5 days a week...and so
I'm on and off FS...
some times age can take memories...but there are things...
some memories can not be caged...and they are seen forever...
I love your poem sweet girl...and love the stunning picture...so very well written you...God Bless...love you...Linda xxoo
Comment Written 23-May-2022
reply by the author on 23-May-2022
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Hi Linda,
It's really nice to hear from you. I've been away myself for two years, but it's lovely to come back.
However, I won't be able to write till July because right now I have exams absolutely every day (speaking exams, written exams, correcting). I used to love my job, but the local government is destroying it. Students are obsessed with practising for those exams and forget that what really matters is to learn English (not all of them, of course).
I'm jealous. I love babies. xxx
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the government has destroyed America...
and other countries as well...
good luck on your exams...and I love babies as well...and animals...sigh...
so good to see you...love you...Linda xxoo
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I love Wuthering Heights. This summer when I go to England, I'll visit the village where the Bronte sisters used to live.
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that is so awesome Heather...I love it as well...smiling big...love xxoo
Comment from Beri Bee
I really enjoyed this reminiscence of half fact and half fiction. My favorite part is the the third stanza. The description is stellar. I am also left sad to think that someone watching Diana's wedding at 15 makes is an old lady now. Where has time gone? Your poem points to this question so well. She won't ever go back, she'll just lie down... Bittersweet. Beautiful.
reply by the author on 23-May-2022
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I really enjoyed this reminiscence of half fact and half fiction. My favorite part is the the third stanza. The description is stellar. I am also left sad to think that someone watching Diana's wedding at 15 makes is an old lady now. Where has time gone? Your poem points to this question so well. She won't ever go back, she'll just lie down...
Comment Written 22-May-2022
reply by the author on 23-May-2022
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You're right, the old lady bit doesn't make sense literally. I'm terrible with timelines.
But maybe she feels old? I'm just making this up on the go.
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Not wrong! (I think she?d be in her 60s which can feel ancient!) the beautiful poem works!
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It depends on your perspective. The other day my students were reading a story and I asked a lovely teenager how old she imagined the narrator was. She said, "Old" When I asked what exactly she meant by old, she answered: 30 or so.
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Ah... to be young!
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I know. When I see my daughter and how beautiful and courageous she is or my two sons and think they have their whole life ahead, I feel happy for them but also kind of jealous.
And then I look back to when I was their age and I didn't realise how wonderful youth can be. Although it's not always perfect, of course.
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My daughter always says I'm young, but my son clearly thinks I'm old. (I confess, I was about 15 when Diana wed.)
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So was I. So we must be around the same age. I was born in 1964.
I sometimes find it scary when I think my husband is already 62. Luckily, he's very healthy. Fingers crossed.
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I've got all 10 fingers and toes crossed for health as moving into the age I never imagined I'd be 'someday' LOL!
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Yeah, when we are young we never think we are going to be fifty something on day and that time is going to fly by.
Anyway, my cousins often remind me of the fact that I started saying I was old when I turned 29.
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30 was my hardest birthday! I thought youth was gone! Hilarious!
Comment from karenina
This is pristine Free verse that extends far beyond the borders of the page or screen... How delicately you have addressed a fading mind, dementia perhaps, or Alzheimer's? I've found over countless years working with that population there are moments of divine clarity ~ often little vignettes of memories from long ago, that come rushing to the surface for a brief respite from confusion! I'm reminded of my own sweet grandmom, who was diagnosed with Alzheimer's in her sixties and yet lived to be 98--the final twenty-something years vaguely aware that she knew me--but oh, never to realize I was her granddaughter. By some blessing from God, the day she died she opened her eyes oh so briefly and gazed clearly into my own. She squeezed my hand and whispered my name... It was then I knew she was content to "live her life among the heather."...
Karenina
reply by the author on 23-May-2022
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This is pristine Free verse that extends far beyond the borders of the page or screen... How delicately you have addressed a fading mind, dementia perhaps, or Alzheimer's? I've found over countless years working with that population there are moments of divine clarity ~ often little vignettes of memories from long ago, that come rushing to the surface for a brief respite from confusion! I'm reminded of my own sweet grandmom, who was diagnosed with Alzheimer's in her sixties and yet lived to be 98--the final twenty-something years vaguely aware that she knew me--but oh, never to realize I was her granddaughter. By some blessing from God, the day she died she opened her eyes oh so briefly and gazed clearly into my own. She squeezed my hand and whispered my name... It was then I knew she was content to "live her life among the heather."...
Karenina
Comment Written 22-May-2022
reply by the author on 23-May-2022
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Thanks for sharing your story. My mum has dementia and although it's heartbreaking,she's happier than she's ever been. Luckily she still knows who I am.
Take care.
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Enjoy each moment... Meet her where she is. There is joy to be found in every moment!
God Bless!
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That's what I try to do. Thanks for your message. You're always so wise!
Comment from JLR
Heather, your poem has the undergirding of becoming an excellent free verse. As a free verser, I can be carried by yours only so far and then I pause because I am yearning to hear within the lines some word playing with assonance and consonance -
I want to read about the heather coming alive in her mind - her inhale and exhale of life --- like perhaps The wind blowing, at times like a force 5 hurricane, sweeping the dread of memories further away. Or cold from the lake that turns her old bones stiff, like stalactite and stalagmite in the deep cavern of her soul made over days that become years lost.
I hope you don't mind my input -- You have the makings of becoming a star in FanStory!
reply by the author on 23-May-2022
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Heather, your poem has the undergirding of becoming an excellent free verse. As a free verser, I can be carried by yours only so far and then I pause because I am yearning to hear within the lines some word playing with assonance and consonance -
I want to read about the heather coming alive in her mind - her inhale and exhale of life --- like perhaps The wind blowing, at times like a force 5 hurricane, sweeping the dread of memories further away. Or cold from the lake that turns her old bones stiff, like stalactite and stalagmite in the deep cavern of her soul made over days that become years lost.
I hope you don't mind my input -- You have the makings of becoming a star in FanStory!
Comment Written 22-May-2022
reply by the author on 23-May-2022
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I told you I'm no poet. This is not my first time in FS (but I've been away for two years) and of course I don't mind your input.
Thanks for reading.
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Heather, Please know I mean only the best in my reply. Your words are a gift, and I do receive them with an open heart of gratitude!
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I never thought otherwise. Thanks again for reading me. Have a nice Sunday.
Comment from Gypsy Blue Rose
--An awesome poem with a great presentation and imagery. It flows well with beautifully descriptive words that paint a clear poetic vision.
--The free verse form is well executed. FV is my favorite. I can't write in rhyme, I tried. I was so worried about rhyming that my creative muse freaked out. LoL
--The theme of nature and living in the moment is very zen...I love it.
Gypsy Blue Rose
"The poet waits quietly to paint the unsaid." - Atticus
reply by the author on 23-May-2022
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--An awesome poem with a great presentation and imagery. It flows well with beautifully descriptive words that paint a clear poetic vision.
--The free verse form is well executed. FV is my favorite. I can't write in rhyme, I tried. I was so worried about rhyming that my creative muse freaked out. LoL
--The theme of nature and living in the moment is very zen...I love it.
Gypsy Blue Rose
"The poet waits quietly to paint the unsaid." - Atticus
Comment Written 21-May-2022
reply by the author on 23-May-2022
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I feel your pain. I can't rhyme to save my life.
Thanks for reading.
Comment from Debra White
Hello Maria,
I enjoyed your free verse poem.
You paint a lovely picture of the purple hills and I like how you personify the heather - the way that they hug each other and protect themselves.... I love the mention of the (Loch Ness) monster and Princess Diana too - it shows the woman's state of mind and the odd memories that remain in her mind from younger days.
Beautifully written. I love the Rod Stewart track too :)
Best wishes as always, Debra x
reply by the author on 23-May-2022
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Hello Maria,
I enjoyed your free verse poem.
You paint a lovely picture of the purple hills and I like how you personify the heather - the way that they hug each other and protect themselves.... I love the mention of the (Loch Ness) monster and Princess Diana too - it shows the woman's state of mind and the odd memories that remain in her mind from younger days.
Beautifully written. I love the Rod Stewart track too :)
Best wishes as always, Debra x
Comment Written 21-May-2022
reply by the author on 23-May-2022
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Thanks so much, Debra. I only wish I had more time to write.
Hugs.
Comment from Dolly'sPoems
A sweet memory and our thoughts are always more impactful when they are intertwined with nature's scenes, a fine write, much enjoyed Heather, love Dolly x
reply by the author on 21-May-2022
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A sweet memory and our thoughts are always more impactful when they are intertwined with nature's scenes, a fine write, much enjoyed Heather, love Dolly x
Comment Written 21-May-2022
reply by the author on 21-May-2022
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Hi for the nice review, Dolly. It's always great to hear from you.
Comment from Sugarray77
I enjoyed reading this one, Heather... and the lovely reflections about the plant and your namesake were thoughtful and a joy to read. Scottish heather is a very beautiful plant/flower. Well done.
Melissa
reply by the author on 21-May-2022
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I enjoyed reading this one, Heather... and the lovely reflections about the plant and your namesake were thoughtful and a joy to read. Scottish heather is a very beautiful plant/flower. Well done.
Melissa
Comment Written 21-May-2022
reply by the author on 21-May-2022
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It is. It's one of my favourites, together with daffodils and snowdrops.
Thanks for reading.
Comment from royowen
I love this Heather, it's similar to that of Yeats' poem, which is my heart, my daughters call me soppy, heh heh, but this is a great freestyle work, with all this incumbent soul dwelling sentiments, well done, blessings Roy
reply by the author on 21-May-2022
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I love this Heather, it's similar to that of Yeats' poem, which is my heart, my daughters call me soppy, heh heh, but this is a great freestyle work, with all this incumbent soul dwelling sentiments, well done, blessings Roy
Comment Written 21-May-2022
reply by the author on 21-May-2022
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Thanks so much, Roy. You mean the poem about the daffodils, don't you?
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Daffodils was by Wordsworth dear Heather, but yes, in a sense.
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You're right. So what Yeats poem are you talking about? I cannot remember and besides I haven't read much poetry.
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It?s on your profile Heather WB Yeats
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Ok! That one LOL
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Yep
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Yep that one
