Your Serendipity @ Thursday Thoughts

20 Sep

8:23 a.m. and falling increasingly behind in Atlanta

listening to Roger Miller singing King of the Road… dancing in my chair… loving it…

Hi, everyone. Okay, where am I and what’s the plan? Quick glance at my notebook, and:

Autumn Movement

I cried over beautiful things knowing no beautiful thing lasts.

The field of cornflower yellow is a scarf at the neck of the copper
sunburned woman, the mother of the year, the taker of seeds.

The northwest wind comes and the yellow is torn full of holes,
new beautiful things come in the first spit of snow on the northwest wind,
and the old things go, not one lasts.

Carl Sandburg


All day I have watched the purple vine leaves
fall into the water.
And now in the moonlight they still fall,
but each leaf is fringed in silver.

Amy Lowell

I love this time of year when I go in search of autumn poems. Southern hemisphere readers, I did not want you to feel neglected.

Pippa’s Song

The year’s at the spring,
And day’s at the morn;
Morning’s at seven;
The hill-side’s dew-pearl’d;
The lark’s on the wing;
The snail’s on the thorn;
God’s in His heaven–
All’s right with the world!

Robert Browning

I know, not what I said would be here. Not only that but, on looking at the calendar, I realised that Tuesday is the last one of the month and, therefore, an image day. So what I told you would be the prompt is out the window, too. Just trying to keep your minds agile.

I shall see you tomorrow for the prompt roundup; Tuesday for an image prompt; and next Thursday for a discussion on an item put forth by Mary K.

Happy season’s change, everyone.


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14 responses to “Your Serendipity @ Thursday Thoughts

  1. JulesPaige

    20/09/2012 at 9:20 am

    Two recent autumn posts you might enjoy…

    You might think one could run out of words describing seasonal changes? But then each new spring bud and each and every fallen turned leaf tells its own story.

    Thanks for including Sandburg, Lowell and Browning. I think one of the schools I attended was named for Sandburg. But then I didn’t think much of it at the time…

    Also for your enjoyment my piece for Elizabeth’s Musical Notes is here:

    • margo roby

      21/09/2012 at 8:56 am

      I know what you mean, Jules. The trick is not sounding like every other writer!

  2. vivinfrance

    20/09/2012 at 9:49 am

    Some weird colour ideas in the Sandberg: perhaps cornflowers aren’t blue in America – but they definitely are here, never yellow!
    Thank you for these three lovely poems. I seem to have been writing Autumn thoughts and poems for ages, and before I know it, winter will be upon us.

    • margo roby

      20/09/2012 at 9:58 am

      Writers! Can’t be trusted. Any cornflower I have ever seen is blue. Hmm. I may have to Google that. Nope, every cornflower image is blue. I wonder if Sandburg meant corn but needed the extra syllables.

      Work on a long autumn, ViV.

  3. rosross

    21/09/2012 at 4:16 am

    Poetry at its best. I am in awe, as always. But also heartened by how much poetry, quietly but surely, seems to be flourishing.

    • margo roby

      21/09/2012 at 8:58 am

      I agree, Ros. I am heartened when I look around. When we arrived here two years ago, I was stunned to see 15 poetry journals carried at our bookstore.

  4. rosross

    21/09/2012 at 4:18 am

    There are yellow cornflowers but they are rare:

    General Description/History:
    The blue cornflower is a popular in gardens in Europe and America, where it has become widely naturalised. There are two cut flower forms: the well known blue (C. cyanus) and the rarer large-flowered yellow species (C. macrocephala). The blue form is popular as a buttonhole as there are very few flowers available in this colour.

  5. rosross

    21/09/2012 at 4:19 am
    Centaurea orientalis

    This long-blooming, perennial cottage plant produces bright yellow, feathery flowers in summer and autumn. Grows well in most soil types and climates in full sun or part shade. Either the flower or seed capsule makes a beautiful addition to any cut arrangement. Frost hardy and drought tolerant, regular deadheading will keep it neater and prolong flower period.

    • margo roby

      21/09/2012 at 9:00 am

      Thank you, Ros, for both sites. I am fascinated with the seed pod of the yellow. Sandburg must have had them around him. He must have chuckled as he used the yellow, knowing that most people think blue.

  6. val dering rojas

    21/09/2012 at 4:38 am

    Can definitely relate to that first line, Margo– It’s 1:30 AM and I’m just getting around to reading the usual blogs. I can’t believe that September is almost OVER, though I’m craving some Fall weather…it was around 100 degrees today here.

    Love the poems. Great choices. 😉

    • margo roby

      21/09/2012 at 9:02 am

      Val, I still haven’t gotten to WWP’s other postings for leftovers. I’m working on staying up with the blog. What is with your weather? I am in a sweater and wooly sock things… and incredibly happy to be so 🙂

      Thank you!

  7. val dering rojas

    21/09/2012 at 11:46 pm

    OMG, I would LOVE to be in wooly sock things right now. I don’t know– this is just Los Angeles I guess. I mean, it doesn’t usually get chilly until the end of October in California, but this is ridiculous!

    I went to do the WWP prompt and could only find a few lines from my “just sitting there” pile, so I don’t know if I’ll have a poem or not yet. I drafted (more notes than poem) another one on Wednesday too, and I think it has promise, but I haven’t been back to look at it yet, so I’m not sure!

    I told myself I was going to do so many things and get all organized this Thursday and Friday…and I don’t know if I’ll even get it done over the weekend. *sigh*. Maybe if it does finally cool down, I won’t be so lazy!

    • margo roby

      22/09/2012 at 1:30 pm

      Odd of LA to get and stay quite that hot. If that’s what is keeping us cool though, tough 🙂

      Almost all prompts I want to do become part of a larger whole, mostly because I am slow. The wordles because of their constrictions, force poems out of me [most weeks — right now, my muse is close to full flight].

      Not lazy. If what you needed were there you would write, so don’t beat yourself up. Go sit and wilt 🙂


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