Happy March to All and Welcome to Poetics! Lisa here as your pub host, offerer/server of liquid refreshment and tasty snacks from the magic cupboard as well as provider of today’s Poetics prompt.
Hoping the weather is treating you well wherever you find yourself on the big turtle shell of this being we call home.
Around here, in Michigan, the sun is visiting the area more often. I can even see a spare splash of green at the feet of the dried detritus in the field out back. Walking to the mailbox this afternoon, I see the ditch water is sparkling in movement. Things are getting “lively” out there again. Soon children will be running on soccer (aka football) fields and hopscotching down sunny sidewalks. Non-human animals will be chasing each other around on the ground, in the sky, and in the water.
When we start getting out and about again it makes me think of playing and how vital play is in our lives. Playing is not just for kids and critters!
Help Guide has an excellent article on it, and I would encourage you to follow the link for more details. From the article, play for adults can:
–improve brain function
–stimulate the mind and boost creativity
–improve relationships and your connection with others
–keep you feeling young and energetic
Not only that, it can:
–help develop and improve social skills
–teach cooperation with others
One we don’t often think of as a benefit of playing is that it can help heal emotional wounds.
With all of that going for it, why is it that playing seems to fall by the way as we become adults, and really drift off as we become older?
One of the best things about play is that it can be done any way and with any thing that we choose. I didn’t think of it before, but isn’t it interesting that those who make music are regarded as playing it?
Jeff Daniel Marion
Playing to the River
By Jeff Daniel Marion
She stands by the riverbank,
notes from her bagpipes lapping
across to us as we wait
for the traffic light to change.
She does not know we hear—
she is playing to the river,
a song for the water, the flow
of an unknown melody to the rocky
bluffs beyond, for the mist
that was this morning, shroud
of past lives: fishermen
and riverboat gamblers, tugboat captains
and log raftsmen, pioneer and native
slipping through the eddies of time.
She plays for them all, both dirge
and surging hymn, for what has passed
and is passing as we slip
into the currents of traffic,
the changed light bearing us away.
It is easy to think of the fun kind of games, but they can get complicated as we enter the world of cultural expectations and demand as adults.
By Rabindranath Tagore
Child, how happy you are sitting in the dust,
playing with a broken twig all the morning.
I smile at your play
with that little bit of a broken twig.
I am busy with my accounts,
adding up figures by the hour.
Perhaps you glance at me and think,
“What a stupid game to spoil your morning with!”
Child, I have forgotten the art of being
absorbed in sticks and mud-pies.
I seek out costly playthings,
and gather lumps of gold and silver.
With whatever you find you create your glad games,
I spend both my time and my strength
over things I never can obtain.
In my frail canoe I struggle to cross
the sea of desire,
and forget that I too am playing a game.
I would be remiss in not mentioning one of the favorite games adults like to play: the game of love.
Once We Played
By Mathilde Blind (aka Claude Lake)
Once we played at love together—
Played it smartly, if you please;
Lightly, as a windblown feather,
Did we stake a heart apiece.
Oh, it was delicious fooling!
In the hottest of the game,
Without thought of future cooling,
All too quickly burned Life’s flame.
In this give-and-take of glances,
Kisses sweet as honey dews,
When we played with equal chances,
Did you win, or did I lose?
OK, dVersers, it is time to play. Play pat-a-cake with the cat. Draw chalk cartoons on the sidewalk. Flirt in your head with your fantasy lover. Be a Formula One race car driver. Go out and dance under the moon with the faeries. Choose any which way and have fun with it!
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top image: collage by yours truly
photo of Jeff Daniel Marion
Playing to the River
photo of Rabindranath Tagore
photo of Mathilde Blind
Once We Played
Welcome One and All! The Pub is Open!
Paula Light said:
Great prompt! I shall ponder over a cuppa…
Welcome, Dear Paula. Thanks and looking forward to what manifests from your pondering…
Björn Rudberg (brudberg) said:
Nice to be here…. we have a bit of winter back-lash, snow has been falling and is expected to continue to fall.
Welcome, Bjorn. So sorry winter is still lashing you there. It doesn’t give up easily sometimes.
Rob Kistner said:
Fun prompt Lisa. Thanks for hostinh. 👍🏼 I love to play. I consider writing poetry to be play! Let me see what kind of word play I can concoct. 🙂✌🏼🏼
Welcome, Dear Rob. I know you will concoct something tasty!
Rob Kistner said:
Did a two in one just for fun — hope you dig it Lisa. 🙂✌🏼🏼
Loved the prompt, Lisa! I will have some hot chocolate please 🙂 looking forward to reading everyone tonight!! ❤️❤️
Welcome, Sanaa! ❤ I just finished reading your lovely writing to the prompt. One tall mug of hot cocoa coming right up. Cheers!
Thank you so much! Cheers! 🥰🥰
Wonderful prompt, Li! That’s one of my favourite poems of Tagore.
Welcome, Dear Punam. I know what you mean about the Tagore poem. His words took me there and I saw through his eyes.
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Welcome, Rog! Looking forward to seeing what you come up with on this one. You need some play 🙂
Kathy at writingpresence said:
On the UK children’s TV show ‘Andy Pandy’ (1950s) Looby Lou used to sing “When the others are away/ I dance and play/ and they never, never, never, never know…”
Me too – dance is for me the best form of play, and a good healthy workout… And after that I’ll have an iced lemonade with a sprig of medicinal herbs, please, as my poem was writtenin Maytime. Great prompt – thank you”
Welcome, Kathy! I like your playfulness here. One tall iced lemonade with a sprig of rosemary in it coming right up. Cheers!
Yum! I’m having that with hot fennel tea as a chaser, before I’m off to bed zzzzzzzzz…..
Loved the prompt, Lisa. We are just back from our final day at the incredible San Diego Zoo – we go every week when we’re here for the months of January and February, escaping Boston’s winter. We return home to Boston on Thursday. So tomorrow is designated as packing and catch up Quadrille and Poetics ready day! 🙂
Safe Journeys, Lillian!
Brilliant prompt Lisa 🙂
Playing with words is a necessity! (K)
I couldn’t imagine it any other way, K.
Frank J. Tassone said:
Good evening, Poets! Thanks, Lisa, for the delightful post! Please keep the burgundy coming! 😉
Welcome, Frank! My pleasure on the post. How about I get you a nice crystal wine glass and a bottle of burgundy in an ice bucket. Enjoy, my friend. Cheers!
Lovely selection of poems, Li. Thank you for hosting. 🙂
Welcome, Kitty! Glad you enjoyed the poetry 🙂
M Jay Dixit said:
Hey, Lisa, thanks for hosting, great prompt. This WordPress / my internet tested my patience today, to the point that I was considering of not uploading my poem at all. It took me double the amount of time in uploading that post than it took me to write that poem. Whoosh.
Alright, I’m venting, sorry, I am getting off this damn laptop now. See you, will be around to check what others have come up with; tomorrow, surely. Take care ~ Jay.
Welcome, Jay! Oh, I am so very sorry you were having technical non-cooperation with linking up. Happy you persisted and got it uploaded. Will be visiting the poetry trail in a few minutes here to see how you played 🙂
Thank you for the lead in Lisa, such a delightful prompt. A playful whiskey please 🙂
Welcome, Paul! I’m delighted in your delight. Setting up two party glasses, one looks like a flamingo and one looks like a koala, one for you and one for me. Adding double scotch to each. Raising a glass to you, Paul. Cheers!
And, with gratitude, right back at you Lisa.
Hi msjadeli! Thanks for the “playful” prompt! 😊😁🙏 Just posted the link to my contribution over at Mr. Linky there. Hope ye all enjoy the read! 🤞🙏😁📖 I’ll have a caramel mocha to go please! 🙏😁😛
Welcome, Ken! Read it and commented a few minutes ago and very much enjoyed your poem. One caramel mocha to go! Cheers!
Mmmm, tastes good! 👍👍👌👌😁😁