Here’s another poem from the MoSt challenge. (Last week’s was, too.) This one was in response to challenge #14: Use orange, momentous, bucket, sweetheart, sweat, and longing. Mercurial was the bonus word. It was fun to write a poem that was entirely fictional!
Tabatha has this week’s Poetry Friday roundup at The Opposite of Indifference, a stance we all need these days.
A(nother) Year of Reading 
I love this poem, how it takes me with you to that fictional place, yet states a universal truth. Aren’t we all missing someone?
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Any poem that begins with, “Remember that day in July…” has me there. What a wonderful snapshot of a perfect moment. I love it. Sugarplum and Sweetheart, for the win!
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You wove all those words in so well, Mary Lee!
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That came from a prompt? And incorporated all those words? Nice, Mary Lee! I can just picture this.
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You’ve really been knocking these prompts out of the park. This one creates such a vivid moment and captures both the intensity of it and its transient nature as well. Fabulous!
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I’m right there Mary Lee, in that “mercurial blaze” warming to your words, thanks!☺️
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It’s very special when one can pen words that show us all a scene that touches us, Mary Lee. I do believe I’ve lived this one! : )
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Mary Lee, wow! A fiction poem that holds so much truth and heart, I thought it was real at first. That last line is so poignant and a surprise, in a good way that adds to the believability.
I came this morning to read your post, and got sidetracked with my day before I pushed “Comment.” I had copied the prompt thought and added it to my Stafford poem list for an idea. I just came back and wrote to it this afternoon. Here it is with my apologies…
Because of the orange menace,
we are in a momentous chapter
of a shit bucket disaster,
and yet here is Milo, saying “You are the sweetestheart.”
With blood, sweat and tears we will battle for the soul of America,
longing for justice in this land of the free and home of the brave.
Mercurial forecast ahead for society, but good will win.
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No apologies necessary, Denise! Your version is BRILLIANT, true, and heartbreaking. I join you in the belief that “good will win.”
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Dear MoSt pal + #PF Pal Mary Lee,
Your inventive, “THAT JULY” poem swept me me totally into a
Not-happening in real life /Happening in the poem
beach moment of your enchanting fiction of a couple enjoying the love at the shore [but doing Good in the moment, too] I especially like the three lines of calling. You are a fine fiction writer 🙂
Poem Crazy, by poet Susan Goldsmith , first brought me to this type of challenge, which she called “Word Pool” a list of words she gave. Gary Thomas, with MoST, told me once he took several classes with Susan….
Take care out there…
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This sounds like the premise for a movie or a novel! I have often thought about people who came into my life at different points, people who felt very important at the time, but who have since drifted out and away, often classmates or coworkers who were a part of my everyday life for years, only to fade away when school ended and jobs changed. Where are they now? I can only hope they’re well, and that they look back fondly on the time we spent in each other’s orbits.
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Wow!!! This may be a fictional poem, but it feels so cinematic and connected me right away to those long-ago days spent with someone special who has somehow slipped away. Such an amazing poem and the orange bucket image really adds to the experience. I love everything about this poem! Thank you for sharing it and the prompt!!!
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