Sunday, September 2, 2012

Waning summer

                                                                             Summer Night, 1913, by Albert Bloch


its been raining for several days,
water paling streets of colors,
waning days of summer 

these nights
i pour tapioca pearls in milky drink,
stirring in brown sugar with gelatin ice

sweetly predictable
on my tongue, dulled of sun spice
on my hands, white canvas

i polish the words 
lush brown, blistering red,  vibrant green
into my pocket, lined with purple berries  


i wait for spell of autumn 


Posted for The Mag: 133 - Thanks for the visit ~

35 comments:

  1. smiles..i am waiting for autumn as well....this is a really delicate verse...a moment i dont want to break...the stirring of the drink...nice vivid adjectives through there make it easily visible...i like...

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  2. Love this piece. A beautiful and delicious write. One to read again Grace!

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  3. so delicious..so love the polished words in your pocket...mmmm..i too am so ready for autumn..x

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  4. sweetly predictable . . . I like that.

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  5. Gorgeous, Grace! This is delicious.

    "these nights
    i pour tapioca pearls in milky drink,
    stirring in brown sugar with gelatin ice" ... Sounds so yummy. :)

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    1. It sure is...its an asian drink like bubble tea ~

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  6. Yeah autumn is much cooler and all the sights to see as you say, just let it stretch out until stupid winter goes away.

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  7. Well Grace, as the bugs seem to being dying out a bit now, I won't mind if it stays right where it is for as long as, she we not be too greedy and say, the end of March? LOL
    A lovely rich, yummy, read.

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  8. loved the colors in here, gorgeous write!

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  9. Such a beautiful reading of this painting.

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  10. Well handled colors and tastes at least for me... it was easy to conjure them in my imagination as I read. Your drink wasn't exactly to my taste though. I would prefer some kind of lime flavor if you don't mind and the waiter is still on duty :D

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  11. Delicious write! I'm waiting too...so ready for autumn...

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  12. I am torn between the second to last stanza and this line:
    water paling streets of colors,

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  13. Beautiful poem ... immersing in the words !!!

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  14. I love the way you were able to fade summer memories to white with your exotic drink, Grace. Your poem is so beautiful and I thank you so much for sharing it here. =D

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  15. Fall is my favorite time of the year... I can't wait either for it's arrival!Wonderful as always.

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  16. "these nights
    i pour tapioca pearls in milky drink,
    stirring in brown sugar with gelatin ice

    sweetly predictable
    on my tongue, dulled of sun spice
    on my hands, white canvas"

    In the center of this poem, as in the center of the narrator/artist, is the ambrosia of warmed certainty that cuts the chill and damp among those awaiting the change of seasons. How beautiful! So I see a Duchamp moment of one woman walking . . .

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  17. well done....enjoyed your words...thanks for this

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  18. Quite lovely, and the wait for spell of autumn arrives on your i pour tapioca pearls in milky drink (very vivid) yes I feel the changing of the season....sadly.

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  19. Would love to know what Tapioca pearls are ....beautiful ...love Autumn but am hoping for an Indian Summer in the UK as it's been kind of hit and miss this summer ...thanks for sharing x

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  20. Lovely poem - Reading the Bubble Tea Leaves! (Pearls of wisdom - patience.) k.

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  21. Your poem is lush, full of color, images .. really enjoyed it!!

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  22. Gorgeous words to go with such a lovely image. Unfamiliar with Block until now ;-)

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  23. Polished words in your pocket -how useful, and they are already turning to Autumn colours. What a lovely image.

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  24. I'm waiting for autumn as well. And now I really want to try whatever drink you described!

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  25. Intoxicating - and anything but predictable.

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  26. Powerful and soulful observing and merging with nature , Grace, this is pure spirit !

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  27. So much colour, grace
    I loved the pocket of purpled berries.
    And yes, come september, come
    Rick

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  28. You have made the seasons delicious Grace! :-)

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  29. Beautiful writing. Love the tapioca pearls - we used to get it at school, commonly known as 'Frogs' Sporn' Convent girls are terible!

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