Tuesday, May 13, 2014

Storm in my bowl

I am clay, bursting as spring leaf

       Soft buds, pinking rain-grey sky

           One hand is painting red chests of birds

                  While another is counting stars above green-gold trees

                      My eyes imagine what else is there

                        Possibly, impossibly

                   The ember, inside me, glows into tracing

               a pattern - each yes, each no

             another ladder or side street or maybe a bridge

         I am still learning or seeing anew

    Outside this bowl

I am striving to fill from river's thirst

The clay leans into my quiet moments

    & gathers my stormy thoughts 

           Into a shape, a footprint distinct & fresh - 

                Perhaps a fish swimming far & further away-

                         or a blue-lit storm rocketing to the sky

                                I am rolling, eyes shut, rocking to the waves-





Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - In answer to Marina's question:  2) What else are you, that no one has seen before?


While I value steadfast & secure family life, I have made some bold choices in the last 9 years of my life.   This included migrating to Canada in my mid-life & starting afresh, & just last month, starting a new job in downtown Toronto.    Also, I am stretching my artistic side, learning poetry & exploring other stuff like  collage, mixed media, etc.   

Thanks for the visit ~


53 comments:

  1. The image of being clay.. yes that one is strong.. what a great starting point to elaborate in this excellent post.. love the though of painting the breast of birds.

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  2. Such an interesting reveal, thank you, Grace. So many beautiful images here:
    the ember, inside me, glows into tracing/ a pattern
    another ladder or side street or maybe a bridge - all those doors we had previously closed and now seek to explore once more
    The clay leans into my quiet moments

    & gathers my stormy thoughts
    Good luck with your new job!


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  3. May the ember inside you continue to grow, Grace. There is so much to learn, so much to strive for, as we find ways to leave our own individual footprints....distinct and fresh.

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  4. Love the use of clay and ladders, the thirst and rocking and rolling in the waves, Hope the new job is everything you want it to be.

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  5. to fill the cup with the river...and see beyond our bowl...there are some cool lines in this...and intersting contrasts between the ember and the river.....how your thoughts gather in footprints....cool touch as well....

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  6. Just like water ever moving and changing about, always keeps things fun

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  7. I hope you are enjoying your new job, Grace as you move through this new journey in your life. As always, thank you! Enjoy your week!

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  8. i love the visual element of this word shape of prose..and poetry..as it flows in inherent meaning visually as such without the words..and and when we flow..i truly believe that is life of river..of what we are at Universe of core of spiraling galaxies and hurricanes of will to simply be..alive as such...NOW..:)

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  9. exploring our inner truth and looking outside of the boundaries.. well done, and thank you

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  10. " I am still learning or seeing anew / Outside this bowl"...i love these lines and all the beautiful analogies you've used..."Soft buds, pinking rain-grey sky"..this one is another
    favorite line...

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  11. Such beautiful imagery in this . I love "I am striving to fill from river's thirst". You are living bravely and taking risks and that is a wonderful thing. Thanks for sharing. I hope the new job is wonderful and that your art continues to thrive.

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  12. What a wonderful illustration! While I read, I thought of it as in "My cup spilleth over" and enjoyed its re shaping ember to water--al i your hands. You are not finished until the end of time. Powerful imagery, magic.

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  13. amazing Grace! I love your new header lovely!

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  14. i like how your poem reflects the being rooted and flexibility of the bowl in your pic... the honoring family life yet stretching beyond boundaries and trying different things... you're a brave woman grace

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  15. I am rolling, eyes shut, rocking to the waves-

    I just love that ending, Grace!

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  16. I love all of this, from that fabulous title on... still learning and seeing anew... always.

    Beautiful.

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  17. I love it from beginning to end- wonderful. And I am happy for you for making bold decisions !

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  18. Great and vivid poem, Grace! "I am still learning or seeing anew" - i think when we no longer learn or see anew we can start to worry.

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  19. A very well done piece of poetry Grace. >KB

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  20. How refreshing - grabbing life by the you-know-whats and really living it! Good for you, Grace!

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  21. so much imagery... You gave us a side of you that's colorful & shape-shifting. And that 'Living Clay' piece is amazing!

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  22. Nice poem, Grace! You are definitely courageous and adventuresome with your move and all. Good luck with your new job!

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  23. You've capture such a fantastic poem.

    Wish you best of luck with your new job. I'm so proud of you. :)

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  24. Grace - loved the movement both in your words and the visual - wonderfully written - K

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  25. From Clay we squirmed up on new dripping legs, and our shapes can vary; and to clay our husk will return, if it avoids the ash. Your poetry always conveys such insight, strength, intellect--it's nice to get a glimpse of more; like the line, as others do /the clay leans into my quiet moments/& gathers my stormy thoughts/into a shape.

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  26. Hiya Grace, I do realise that you've a;ready commented on my latest piece - so no worries... But still found myself caught by Marina's theme, whci is close to my heart and could;t resist a good look around. Especially enjoyed your piece tonightA lovely hymn to your own personal resonance with nature - thank you for a lovely read... Regards Scott

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  27. How beautiful, Grace. I used to love to work in clay...this made me want to do so again. You've "formed" beautiful images with your metaphoric write.

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  28. Love this Grace, each line is perfect. I especially love "I am striving to fill from river's thirst..." Beautiful!

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  29. One hand is painting red chests of birds
    While another is counting stars above green-gold trees
    My eyes imagine what else is there
    Possibly, impossibly

    This is so beautiful!

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  30. Great contrasts and imagination. A bowl, a receptacle. Reaching, busy, empty and full at the same time . . . wonderful.

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  31. There is a lovely sense of exploration in this poem Grace, both from your writing and your artistic endeavours, very well done.

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  32. Excellent, Grace. Wonderful response to the prompt.

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  33. love or other emotions can shape the clay, our heart chooses what turns the potter's wheel.

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  34. I love the title and shape of your poem. And "I am striving to fill from river's thirst" really caught me.

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  35. Fortune has always favored the bold.

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  36. The cup is beautiful. and dont feel u are alone in exploring lots of us are here to join you.... Nice pic and poem

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  37. love the rolling flow, it matches the words and ends beautifully with - I am rolling, eyes shut, rocking to the waves-

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  38. Your beautiful poem reflects the courage with which you live. You're quite an explorer and that's wonderful.

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  39. the urgency throughout was amazing... the movement kept us going

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  40. We really are ever-changing like clay aren't we? Congrats on the new job and on stretching out your artistic side :) you are always inspiring Grace.

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  41. I simply love "soft buds pinking rain-gray sky"! I agree, a passionate write and pottery images are great!

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  42. I love the presentation of your poem - its words and shape suggest movement and flexibility.

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  43. and in so doing, are an inspiration :) ~

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  44. "I am striving to fill from the river's thirst" is the dipper this poem offers all of us, where the mind is a riverbed and spring overfilling it all. Very fine work.

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  45. You had taken a bold step and there is so much to do. Liken to clay that can be molded into many forms, a ladder for the climb in life and blogging to maintain creativity you've it made! All the best Grace!

    Hank

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  46. Beautiful! And though it encompasses much, the overall feeling I am left with is peace. Thank you.

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  47. Beautiful! And though it encompasses much, the overall feeling I am left with is peace. Thank you.

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  48. Being clay is a strong analogy...and I trust you are being shaped into something wonderful!

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  49. Very inspiring Grace! I really love your poem. Toronto! I have heard it's a wonderful city to visit. I have family in Rochester, NY and one of them has traveled to Toronto many times on business.

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  50. Lovely poem of transformation!

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  51. Beautiful and filled with wonder~ I love leaning into the clay~ Yes, we are molded by our thoughts, but we can change! I love that you are venturing into new territories~

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