I was delighted to be featured on the WordPress Discovery page for my post: What Remains, this month. As a result, the traffic to my site has been almost overwhelming.
I thank the WordPress editors for choosing me, but I’m especially grateful to all those bloggers who took time to visit and comment on my post, offering their take on the subject.
While I’ve never been motivated by the number of followers or how many ‘likes’ I receive, it’s validating to know people read my offerings and get something from them. This is one of my main motivations for posting and what makes blogging so satisfying for me.
Another reason is the community that blogging gives one access to. Exposure to new ideas, new cultures, perspectives and people. The people are paramount, and I feel I’ve made many friends since I began to blog nearly three years ago. The generosity of fellow bloggers who offer comments of encouragement, appreciation and hope, is beyond any expectation I held.
With that in mind, I’d like to share a poem I wrote based on the Discovery post called What Remains. I wrote it because a blogging buddy suggested I might rework some of my posts into poems. He even used examples to show how this might be done. Thank you Albert! His site is worth visiting. And thank you to all the other bloggers and friends who have supported me since I began.
What Remains
Air
Settling damply on bare skin.
Chiming birdsong and insect whirr
Around me.
The heaving heartbeat of the bush,
Breathing in, breathing out, the eons.
Vines scramble over fallen stones,
Clinging to the past, grasping at the present.
Crossing the threshold from clamour
Into dimmed hush,
I’m compelled to whisper.
A trespasser summoning up the past,
Stumbling over another’s aspirations.
Ghosts murmur softly.
I turn, prickling under their accusing gaze.
No one is there.
Ancient memories, a soft mantle on my consciousness,
Just beyond reach.
Jewelled parrots watch.
Silent sentries
Giving me a start.
Forever captive in a stained-glass window,
Miraculously intact among the ruins.
Memories seep through crevices, through cracks,
Pooling in lazy puddles of light.
Old desires bled out among the rubble.
Now, no more than desiccated shells.
What remains but broken vanities.
The heady making of a life
They thought never would end.
A derelict stone cottage, abandoned, bereft.
Until what remains is …
Then is, no more.
Your Discover post was so well-deserved, so enjoy 🙂 And this poem is just as bittersweet and lovely, but in a different way 🙂
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Thanks for the support, bone&silver. Your comments are always appreciated.
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Congratulations! I’ve been enjoying your blog, and I do remember this poem, “What Remains.” It’s lovely.
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Beautiful Robyn!!
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Beautiful!
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Thank you Valerie
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It was a beautiful post in its original form, and you have made an equally beautiful poem. Both capture the magic and sadness of your discovery.
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Thank you Ali. I found it a curious exercise. Poetry opens up portals not available to prose for me.
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Very beautiful words Robyn, I like your prose. I’ve tried to translate my thoughts into poetry, but the flow never arrives.
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Thank you Will. Poetry is like a season. There is a time and mood for it I find. I’m rarely happy with what I produce and would continually tweak if not for knowing you have to stop at some point. You write well Will so don’t give up on the poetry yet 😊
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Thank you Robyn!
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What a beautiful poem, Robyn. You should enter it in a competition. Best wishes, Hazel
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Thank you Hazel. I hope you’re well. 😊
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Well deserved Robyn! It’s a lovely insightful piece.
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Thanks for the encouragement!
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Congratulations on being discovered. It was a very atmospheric post.
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Thank you April. I’m glad you perceived it the way I hoped it would be understood.
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Excellent reworking of your post. I love it.
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Thank you. That’s praise coming from a poet like you.
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Thank you. I hope you will write more too.
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loved this – evoked a memory of discovering a long derelict croft on a Scottish island years ago when we kayaked out there – that is until parrots were mentioned. more like crows or seabirds there. well done Robyn
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Thanks Brenda. The abandoned croft would have its own ghosts. Interesting to speculate it’s past.
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I thought I’d commented on the original post, but it seems not. Possibly one I was going to go back to and never did. Sigh… Memory like a sieve these days.
I loved the prose on the original, it was almost poetry then, but this is sheer delight and shows how one can rework a piece and produce something entirely different. Derelict / abandoned buildings always make me ponder on lives gone before. My favourite bit? The parrots startling you. I recall the stained glass windows which were so strange to see intact. I’d like to think someone would rescue those.
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Hey Jude, I know what you mean about the parrot window. They were so real and being backlit, became the whole focus. I did ask someone who knows the current owner and she assures me the window will be preserved. I hope so. Jude I really appreciate your kind words about my writing. It means a lot.
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It is not surprising, Robyn,to see that you now have a new garden to spend time in, whether working its earth or drifting among the blossoms and ferns. The seeds , bulbs, roots were always there. Of course nothing is “tiny” about ant garden except space, but this new one has no borders, no limits. Plenty of material for dreaming bigly.
Love the poem. I’m off to the library to print it, so I can keep it have it at hand when i need to remember how much remains.
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P.S. what you said to Ali about portals–very true, even though sometimes we have to stand there at the opening, or sit, and just wait.
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I’m glad you see it that way too. A different way of being and seeing when one channels poetry.
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Hi Albert! The poem grew from a seed you planted. Please let me know if you can see ways I might improve. Thanks for your encouragement. 😊
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Robyn, you richly deserved the spotlight for your original post and for almost every other one. I am sure many of your new visitors will return and become friends.
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Thank you Rachel! I count you among the new friends I’ve made.
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Wow wow wow! and congratulations, Robyn on being “discovered.” Of course, we knew you all along…
And liovely poetry to match the mood.❤️
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Hey Pam, thank you! I was very humbled.
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Because that’s who you are.🙏🌹
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😍
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Your poem is so moving and compelling. Write more, please. If you published a book of like poems, I would buy it. Really.
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That’s such a lovely compliment Lisa. Thank you. I have a poetry page on my blog with a couple of poems I wrote there. One about a sense of urgency that dogs me. Another about supportive friends. We all need them don’t we?
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Yes, we do. You are so right.
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That post was so mesmerizing and I am glad that more and more people are reading it, Robyn! You deserve to have as many followers as possible. 🙂
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Thank you Lydia! I’m so glad you liked it.
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Hey! My name is Cat and I am starting a blog! My blog is called, https://livelifefearlesslyblog.wordpress.com and it’s about my thoughts on life! Please read my most recent blog post and comment (it’s about my time at prom – haha you can compare your experiences with mine!)!
I love your poem/ post that you wrote! It is so descriptive that I feel as if I am there, feeling an seeing everything that you are describing! You are super creative and I’m super happy that i found your blog! Thanks and have an awesome day!
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Hello Cat! Welcome to the blogosphere! I will be over to visit your new blog soon. I’m so pleased you enjoyed my post and poem. Thanks for your kind words 😊
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thank you so so much! 😉
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Really beautiful poem, thoroughly enjoyed. Both the imagery and themes moved me along throughout my reading of it. I also related to the underlying experience.
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Thanks Luke. Poetry says things prose cannot doesn’t it? Knowing it resonated with you is humbling. Thanks for taking time to comment.
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Poetry is great for insinuation and implication, I think, as well as imagery. It also allows freedom in ways prose doesn’t. I think poetry is best at expressing the unspoken and general while prose is best for specifics and details.
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Luke you’re right about the shades of difference. I also believe poetry rises from a different place in the psyche, even perhaps a different place in the brain (did I read that somewhere?). A quick search in Google lights up with many different neurological phenomena associated with poetry – reading and listening to it a well as the act of composing poetry. I have enjoyed your thoughts on the subject Luke – thanks for sharing
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Intriguing! Your pictures are as beautiful as your writings too! Appreciate that
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Robyn, the beauty and succinctness of poetry does justice to your thoughts and your beautiful garden. What a wise and insightful blogger to realize how the words in your posts would be so effective in poetic form. Thank you, Albert.
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Clare! How lovely to hear from you. I am grateful for Albert’s encouragement and so glad you liked my poem. I hope you’re both well.
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