Monday, July 16, 2012

My journey





there are roads under the rising sun
which takes you beyond white painted signs,
      cobbled streets, riddled with stones broken,
      pushing boundaries, shivering spines


there are some journeys that define you
mark creases deeply on your forehead
      circle eyes in laughter lines and woes
      seasons tongue of oils and garlic bread


here in my pale hands are the rice grains
to seed the grassland and cleave the soil
      of words into trees. behold the rain,
      sun and ocean, all new as i toil


each day, my spirit gathers firelight,
cadence, wheels and speed. bolder, i write  


Posted for OpenLinkNight of Real Toads and D'verse Poets Pub 
Happy Anniversary Month and cheers for many more journeys ~  


Picture credit:   Moment like this by Uwe eischens

50 comments:

  1. No matter what comes around the bend it is going to come, so we can sit around and complain or write about it, same thing right? haha

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  2. I think scars, creases, and circle eyes are badges of honour earned along the trails we dared to take.
    Lovely piece, Grace
    Rick

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  3. This is a powerful piece, and so very true.

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    1. Thank you for the lovely words Tania ~

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  4. Such great combinations here--from the lines on forehead to garlic bread - getting particular and unique - great boldness! k.

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    1. Thanks K ~ It's in sonnet form too ~

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  5. Creases in the forehead and laughter lines, yes, they are badges of honour, certainly well earned. This is such a lovely write Grace and yes even since I've been reading you, your writing has grown bolder and, more lovely.

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  6. Those last two lines just lift the heart!

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  7. Beautiful, Grace! Bolder is the way to go for sure!

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  8. keep writing...keep planting those seeds as you travel...the journey def leaves marks...and hopefully we leave a few marks on the journey...

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  9. This is lovely. I especially admire the last two lines..........I love your work, Grace!

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  10. Yes really getting bolder....a really beautiful poem....

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  11. I like how you describe your journey -- every line is wonderful in imagery, these things that adds up as he or she journeys, sees and experiences. Absolutely enjoyed reading this piece! The form/structure you have for this poem fits so well also. :)

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  12. "Cadence, wheels and speed..." - a neatly packaged metaphor for tools of quality writing! Beautiful collection of "rural space" images set the scene for creative inhabitance.

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  13. seasons tongue of oils and garlic bread (I am tasting as I read)-
    cadence-that word is so full of life!
    beautiful Grace!

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  14. there are some journeys that define you
    mark creases deeply on your forehead

    We go through life's journey and leave footprints for others to follow. Deep creases signify great many things encountered! Great verse Grace!

    Hank

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  15. seasons in our lives come and go but what matters most is we standing still and being brave to face every life challenges that comes our way..each word touched my heart Ms.Grace..visiiting you ;)

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  16. Loved this stanza:
    there are some journeys that define you
    mark creases deeply on your forehead
    circle eyes in laughter lines and woes
    seasons tongue of oils and garlic bread
    You put it perfectly here. Also love the optimism of the conclusion.
    David

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  17. Nice metaphors, Grace. I especially liked "the rice grains / to seed the grassland"

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  18. such a truthful, beautiful write about life's journey enjoyed this very much ...thank you for sharing x x x

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  19. IMHO...this is your best yet...I truly felt this one, the images, the trophies won ;) Fantastic confidence, fantastic voice... bravo!

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  20. there are some journeys that define you
    mark creases deeply on your forehead....keep writing because your writing is beautiful.

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  21. Lovely! Really enjoyed "cleave the soil of words into trees" and the visual of the rice in your hands--Nice!

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  22. I will use the word admire because I admire your writing, graceful, elegant and poised with beauty! xoxo

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  23. Wonderful write, Grace! Free and beautiful. You got it goin on, m'lady!

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  24. Thank you for takings us on your journey, Grace. Keep building those worlds, dear!! :) ~ j

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  25. I love that the sun takes " you beyond white painted signs,
    cobbled streets, riddled with stones broken,
    pushing boundaries, shivering spines"
    Instead the scars "you" gain include laugh lines, and tasks include using the elements to grow food, and a daily collection. Your final couplet in this sonnet is such a joy--all because of the journey with the sun. Bravo!

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  26. Love the daring and boldness of your words here...Great write!

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  27. Out of this work and experience and toil rises wisdom--and fine writing! This is outstanding.

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  28. Beautiful Grace, sowing many seeds of experience shared - hugs Lib

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  29. Love this, and love that photo!

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  30. To everyone ~ Thank you for compliments and visits. I appreciate them ~

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  31. This is wonderful, seeing what the spirit gathers and watching it reel. I hope you continue to sow and sweat. This is a nice place, Grace. :)

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  32. nice..i like when our writing journey takes us beyond the street signs and to new places...write on...smiles

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  33. Very powerful poem. These are all true. Creases doesn't mean that your old. Its the sign that you have faced a lot of battles and able to conquer it. Its a sign of honour indeed.

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  34. Equally good to push out into new territories and to stay put and study the one in all its moods and changes. This is an impressive plea for your own preference, which I find exciting and rewarding.

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  35. I like modernization of the sonnet and here you've done it justice...and a passionate theme of progression in Life...for me, the nine count lines read quite easily...enjoyed

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  36. Oh, I love this...my new favourite of yours! I love the last line "my spirit gathers firelight,
    cadence, wheels and speed. bolder, i write " ~ fabulous! :)

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  37. Beautiful... I especially like the third stanza.

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  38. this is by far my favourite of all of your poems so far, Grace! Love it, I adore it whenever you do something with rhymes!

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  39. Powerful, emotional, but delicately written which gives it honesty. I love the subject matter- something I often think about- life's journeys- and how it shapes us, defines us, and in this case- makes you bigger, stronger , and bettter- a real positive poem, expertly crafted

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  40. Beautifully written. On another note, I've nominated you for the Lieber Blog Award. To see what that means go on over to my blog and check out my post titled "Lieber Blog Award". Tag, you're it.

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  41. I just loved the poems..ya there are roads,which let u good places..

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  42. This is so lovely, the toil within your journey. May it be blessed with much success.

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  43. I really enjoyed this read. Especially:

    each day, my spirit gathers firelight,
    cadence, wheels and speed. bolder, i write

    ...great write Grace!

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  44. Beautiful poetry!

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