Friday, December 23, 2011

Solitary walk





cold frost lingers morning air
like mantilla of an old Senora 
over candle lit cathedral pews


brown withered leaves scatter  
not along the confessional box,
but across trunk of fire trees 


shivering breeze puckers my skin 
but I care not, as long as yellow 
orange flowers singe my hair 


solitary walk is my sojourn 
vessel of loneliness, incomplete  
until i find my foot prints in the moor    





Posted for D'Verse Poets Pub:   Meeting the Bar - Contrast  
Poetry Jam:  Prompt is Solitary

picture credit:  here


Happy Holidays !!!! 



15 comments:

  1. nice...the cool morning air and the fire leaves singing the hair...sometimes a solitary walk is just what is needed you know...a vessel of loneliness is rather cold though...

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  2. Loving this your 'contrst', HEaven
    Just beautiful

    Merry Xmas to you to, my dear!

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  3. A fine, strong poem with a firm structure. I felt that I too was walking - with an old friend.

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  4. Grace, visiting from both Poetry Jam and dVerse: Solitary walk is a good thing sometimes. I enjoyed my walk with YOU.

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  5. winter imagery is vividly displayed in your poem.
    what a fantastic tour.

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  6. Wow. This is packed with vivid images. I like the contrast between the old lady in Church and the solitary walk. Nicely done.

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  7. Very cool picture, and a vivid poem to accompany it. I like the picture I get from 'trunk of fire trees' Happy Holidays, Heaven.

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  8. Rich in imagery. like the trope:
    cold frost lingers morning air
    like mantilla of an old Senora 
    over candle lit cathedral pews

    the metaphor of fire is every where, surrounding a lonely sojourn…the vessel of loneliness.

    mysterious poem.

    very good piece.

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  9. That photo is intense...but it complements your words so well. If we think about it, all our "walks" are solitary, in that we alone experience our journeys quite uniquely.

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  10. Heaven,
    Solitary walks a sojourn to fulfill your aspirations. It is therapeutic to say the least! Beautiful verse!

    Hank

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  11. had to see what site "heaven" was on ;-)

    love your blog motto : "spreading good cheer, fun & love for life"

    and really liked your previous poem too, "dreams"

    this poem is more complex, being i guess that it's focussed on contrasts, vs the simplicity and charm of "dreams"

    it's interesting seeing the two poems and seeing the contrast there too

    i found this poem very thoughtful and mood-provoking, with the "footprints in the moor" like a grounding, an imprint, that ends the poem really well

    thanks so much, happy holidays ;-)

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  12. I think this is one of my favourite of your pieces. Such bold imagery and non-heightened tone relays the element of magical realism so well.

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  13. I love the nature contrasts in this. It's just beautiful!

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  14. Fire and ice. What a contrast this presents. I feel this solitary walk in the freezing cold. Bravo!

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  15. but I care not, as long as yellow
    orange flowers singe my hair

    beautiful and I can just see the painting of it! I love the name of this blog... Everyday Amazing (and your "name", Grace) ... just Heavenly :)

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