Thursday, March 21, 2013

A reflection of her beauty

Grace @ Everyday Amazing
Keningston Market, Toronto


A flower blooms-
lavender, perfumed cheeks-
boldly inking the walls with stories  
- bloody-birthed, coarse as salt 
from far-away shores- 

Leaves grow with curried veins,
Underneath myriad of colors
- a heartbeat pulses-   
A tree, standing in the muddy river- 

Sunlight reflects her beauty,
fragmented yet uniquely whole-   
- this city, 
built on immigrants' dreams-


Posted for Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Stretching Comparisons
and Poetry Jam - Reflections - 

28 comments:

  1. What a lovely reflection on your city! Thanks for posting it to share with us at Poetry Jam!

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  2. A very heartfelt poem, Grace. Love the idea that your city was built on immigrants' dreams; and wouldn't they be proud of they could see it now? (I hope so!) And wonderful that sunlight reflects its beauty.....

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  3. so nice...and I love the reflections on immigrants dreams

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  4. Truly brought her alive at your hive, such dreams many ponder as they come from beyonder

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  5. So unique a metaphor to extend! The seeds from afar, the curried leaves, the stories, yes because the plant life thrives bringing its scent and taste together I feel the pride of this city. Glorious.

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  6. Really gorgeous and creative imagery in this!

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  7. this city built on immigrant dreams...a wonderful play off the street art again...i may need to come visit just to see this...smiles..so many seeds....so many stories...in this city...

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  8. The whole piece flows nicely, Grace; and your extended metaphor works well here, with botanical and culinary references. Those last two lines add just the right touch.

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  9. So lovely, Grace. A city and, indeed, a country built on immigrants' dreams. I love it. O Canada!
    K

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  10. A beautiful display of the city ... it looked dreamy !!!

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  11. This is an amazing poem, Grace. What an analogy, beautifully wrought.

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  12. Beautiful !! Amazing !!!

    Have a nice weekend :)
    groayla

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  13. ...i can sense your connectivity in this street art Grace... deeply inspired.. and it's like your seeing your own story before the image... great one... smiles...

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  14. Toronto just keeps on growing and growing. My roots though are in Ottawa. Once the cleanest city in North America and always smelled of fresh flowers.

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  15. Enjoyed this, Grace... I love the heartbeat pulse of the tree.

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  16. I love this Grace. You bring such emotion into your poetry.

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  17. A city built on immigrant's dream..that sounds so romantic! Beautiful

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  18. A beautiful poem,,,a beautiful reflection on your city,,, "built on immigrants' dreams-"

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  19. Lovely combination of image and words .....

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  20. immigrants? Where does your family come from, Grace?

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  21. amazing compilation of comparisons on beauty ! The last line is magnificent !

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  22. Beautiful mural. Fits these words so.

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  23. the closing lines are fantastic....beautiful!

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  24. The image is brilliant in a way that could have been intimidating. Not for you, though. Lovely, exciting response.

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  25. Hi Grace! Such beautiful analogies, really loved dancing through these stanzas. :-)

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  26. Beautiful art for inspiration! Even though I think your words would flow even without the mural!

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