Isradella

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Isradella waits

for ghosts of lovers past

to homogenize

 

Perfect recipes of want

ingredients elusive

beg materialize

 

Abundant beauty falls

shorter than ideal

too rarefied

 

Hope ever lives in one

who strives for vision

so eulogized

 

Reality proves tepid

in life-dreams eye

and Isradella cries

 

Disbelieve the sellers

unattainable perfection

and real-eyes

 

Love no longer exists

the world’s forgotten

to individualize

 

 

Frances Macaulay Forde © 2002

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Frances Macaulay Forde

Tue 4th Apr 2017 05:45

Well, I LOVE it!!!
See - inspiration can be found everywhere, especially in a little white pill.
What fun - thank you M.C. Newberry.

😤

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M.C. Newberry

Mon 3rd Apr 2017 14:53

Well, you asked!
"Irbesartan...O Irbesartan
My hero and my friend,
Always there in time of need,
With you there's no pretend.
Quiet and dependable,
You offer me your aid,
Unswerving and unbendable,
With you I'm unafraid.
I can travel the world alone
And visit distant places,
You help protect me - blood and bone
Whenever my heart races.
You're there for me, come what may,
My protector and salvation,
So - I will thank you every day,
My blood pressure medication!"


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Frances Macaulay Forde

Mon 3rd Apr 2017 14:32

M.C. Newberry: Thanks for the comment.

I look forward to reading "Irbesartan".
😊

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Frances Macaulay Forde

Mon 3rd Apr 2017 14:29

Rick, don't worry - the man I fell in love with and was rejected by 28 years before in Africa, found me again not long after I finished my degree (a 50th birthday pressie to myself).

I'd run away to a new country, married an Aussie, had two beautiful children then became a divorce statistic while my first love traveled the world for work and took early retirement in Ireland.

He scooped me up (after 9 months of debate) - showed me after 17 years sworn off love, that it was possible.

We came home to Australia and married in front of family, old friends and my proud children 15 years ago.

He's still the man of my dreams...



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M.C. Newberry

Mon 3rd Apr 2017 14:20

The name hovers among the wraithes of yesteryear...
its use ideal for the theme of this material.
Love will always regret
What Love can never get.
Hey - on the topic of evocative names: I'm using a medication called "Irbesartan". How's THAT for a name to conjure with in poetical form? :-)

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Frances Macaulay Forde

Mon 3rd Apr 2017 14:19

Cynthia, never too forward!

I totally enjoy discussion about my work and hope you accept my comments as enthusiastic engagement with your words.

The beauty of sharing is finding out how others read them.

Thank you.

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Rick Gammon

Mon 3rd Apr 2017 08:42

yeah, well, I like it a lot.
I was wondering about the line 'Love no longer exists' then I saw it was written 15 years ago and felt a sense of relief hoping you'd found that it does exist - albeit in small pockets where 'humanity' still survives.

Punctuation is fabulous - I 'hate' it 😎 spent 6 months trying to edit and punctuate my performance pieces - then a proof reader set me straight in the nick of time when I thought I'd cracked it.

How to define a pregnant pause on paper? Spoken it is easy - you look around the crowd, raise an eyebrow or whatever - getting that on paper is an art in itself.

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Sun 2nd Apr 2017 18:34

Punctuation is punctuated with disagreement, between individuals, universities, countries, East and West (sort-of-ish).

Canadian education was quite punctuation specific; but it really did emphasise pre-agreed clarity of intent. Once so indoctrinated, it's hard to let go. I still find that meaning can wander freely without the 'fences' of punctuation, which fact, in poetry especially, is really an asset. I use very little in my own poetry, trusting in line breaks mostly and word association to link the idea/s intended. It drives my husband bonkers.

Love the made-up name. I was an avid fan of fairy tales, and folk tales, gobbled them up, from all over the world. But never lost sight of the fact that they were 'stories'. Nevertheless, could not escape their idealization, just constantly measured it against reality. I must have been a boring child; or a scary one. Not sure which. Not much has really changed.

I hope I'm not too forward.

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Frances Macaulay Forde

Sun 2nd Apr 2017 03:59

'Isradella' is a name I made up... it just seemed to fit my princess obsessed with fairy tales.

Not against 'possessive apostrophes' - I didn't feel an apostrophe was necessary. I'm talking about lovers in the past not the past of lovers.

Then later on when I talked about sellers, it looked odd, so chose not to use one. Briefly considered an ; though.

In the final edit I don't think my decisions confused anyone - the meaning is still clear. (The poem was written during my writing degree and was edited by my professor for inclusion in a chapbook.)

Thanks for your comment, glad you 'got' it. 😊

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Sat 1st Apr 2017 19:11

You're having fun here, thwack by thwack. It's not easy to 'get' in one swoop; but persistence reaps rewards. Should I know a background on the name 'Isradella'? Probably.

Are you against possessive apostrophes? Like Bernard Shaw (if I recall correctly, maybe not; there's a faint bell dinging somewhere)?

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