Sunday, December 8, 2013

In praise




I lift my hands
Above shadows of broken things
I lift my hands
When days empty colors like sands
And every word arrives to sting
I reach for dawn, rising like spring
I lift my hands


Poetry form:   Rondelet- Seven lines with rhyme scheme of AbAabbA.

Posted for Imaginary Garden for Real Toads - Hallelujuh and Margaret's Artistic Interpretations
I have used Jennifer MacNeill's photo and you can see more of her work at  her website HERE and flicker page HERE
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42 comments:

  1. i reach for dawn, for the light to come and pierce the dark...yes...nice title, it adds and the repetition works really well in this grace....

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  2. tremendous interpretation of the photo....

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  3. The lifting up of hands is such a powerful gesture, Grace. I like very much how you incorporated it into your poem.

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    1. Thanks Mary though the armless statue was my inspiration ~

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  4. liturgical, hymn-like lines.you've nailed the brief, it seems.

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  5. This is an amazing rondolet Grace .. and says so much more than just the words you say... I can see you dancing cross the room..singing

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  6. Reaching for dawn... Beautiful. :-)
    -HA

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  7. The message, the form, the pairing of these challenges ~~~ lovely beyond words, Grace. I am inspired.

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  8. I love the prayer feel and I admire how well done your rondolet is!
    A beautiful pairing of your words to this image~
    It has a cherished feel-love it!

    Happy Sunday to you!

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  9. Reaching for spring, I can do that at my wing

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  10. Lovely rondelet. Love "I reach for dawn".

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  11. I like the combination of 'I lift my hands' and the image of the statue with no arms!

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  12. Such a beautiful interpretation of the photo...lifted hands from arms that cannot reach

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  13. I contemplated before writing my comment...so much meaning here that my unschooled in poetry
    brain had to interpret.
    Your writing is compelling to read. My thoughts wandering with the lifted hands back to my
    youth where my family thought that was so "heathen". But not being able to explain why they thought
    that way ... "just because."
    Thank you for the trip back to memory lane where I would presume " Hallelujuh ! " and the raising of arms would not have happened.
    Your association of Hallelujuh and the photo is wonderful... I am happy I stopped by to read your post.
    Peace
    Siggi

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  14. Uplifting, Grace. Sometimes when we feel down and in the dark, it lifts our spirits to give thanks & praise. Lovely rondelet :)

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  15. The perfect form for this poem of praise. I thought it was a Triolet but whatever it worked perfectly.

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  16. I like how you used this form and the images in the poem -- raising hands a meaningful image.

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  17. The repetition of I raise my hands definitely gives this piece power.

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  18. All the seasons with desires portrayed very nicely.

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  19. and I am too tempted to try this form:)

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  20. exquisite Grace ~ have a beautiful day

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  21. We look forward to a new day. It comes with lots of anticipation at dawn as always. Nicely Grace!

    Hank

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  22. If I write how i feel at this moment i may be overcome in negative energy and this piece does not deserve that. I should have stopped reading at shadows of broken things.

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  23. As long as we always lift our hands, everything will be alright in the end :)

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  24. There is so much more than the obvious here, Grace. Yes, if we just keep moving...that's the secret of life, I think...don't stop in the shadows too long. This was beautiful.

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  25. It is very important to focus on all positive things we have around, and do not pay attention to something went wrong way....Gratitude helps! Nice poem.

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  26. I love the image of dawn rising like spring. A beautiful poem indeed, Grace.
    K

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  27. I was reminded of a spiritual ritual my sister and I would play at to pull down heavenly power~ Absolutely beautiful vision! Debbie

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  28. your use of the form suits the prompt so well, Grace - have a good week ~

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  29. So lovely Grace! I am a lover of repetition in poetry/verse, maybe all writing :smiles.
    You've created this beautiful undulation of prayer/bequest/deep calling.

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  30. I lift my hands… so simply beautiful a gesture - yet so hard to lift one's feelings to that level. I think the domed glass, cupped hands, and light paired with these words is perfectly combined. We choose to box ourselves in - choose to let things go. The key, I believe, is to do it daily, make it a habit! Thanks for joining the challenge.

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  31. So meditative and beautiful, Grace!

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  32. beautiful...the lifting of hands is very meaningful.

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  33. Sometimes, these words can be healing.
    Beautiful piece!

    x

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