Sunday, June 29, 2014

One Sunday morning






Dawn crouches slowly
& strikes each maple leaf
bell-chimed, 
frail as silky web,
each space, silver scar
each word is sepia
knotted by black threads
My fingers slowly unravels
until light
seeps
like tangerine
peeling flame & breath
flamboyant as peacock




Posted for Imaginary Garden for Real Toads - Avant-Edge- A Sunday Challenge 
& Poets United - Thanks for the visit ~

31 comments:

  1. Even the rising of the sun is sensual, is touching! Love.

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  2. You have written your description with the lightest of touches. It is really beautiful, with the stark contrast of spiderwebs, silver scars and the black thread to bind all together.

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  3. Really love the way you have written this, Grace. I can see your poem unfold before my eyes....in slow, gentle motion.

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  4. i love watching the sun rise...seeing the soft touches on each...tentative...before it bursts over the hills, overwhelming all...

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  5. This is a very palpable (touchy) poem--works so well, Grace. k.

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  6. I love how you did the imagery starting with that maple leaf.. like reality itself unravels into new days...

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  7. This poem reminds me of stained glass, despite the sepia--beautiful use of image and metaphor, Grace.

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  8. Hallo Grace

    What a nice poem. Very fine rythm. I specially love this:
    "frail as silky web,
    each space, silver scar"

    Hugs
    JetteMajken

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  9. this was so clearfully light. took me to a soft and wondrous place where a feather would weigh me down. nice touch. 'Grace-fully' written. :-)

    gracias mi amiga

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  10. If all mornings in a day could be like yours, then I'd die to wake up as early as I can without any feeling of regret. You have this perfectly, Grace. Fine li'l one. smiles.

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  11. Becoming full bloom as it shows it's tail like a peacock, can never fail

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  12. What a good description of a sun rise Grace. Your words just make one feel alive and happy to have the day. At the same time, your words are sensual and evoke feelings of wanting to grasp the day with passion. Lovely write.

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  13. It starts gently and blooms to bold, mirroring the subject.

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  14. beautiful words, and I also just really like the way this poem looks on the "page." thank you :)

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  15. Lush and sensual--without effort--at least that is how it feels--beautiful Grace!

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  16. Beautifully done Grace - with yesterday's piece still in my mind from diverse, the range of your writing is impressive... With Best Wishes Scott www.scotthastie.com

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  17. Wow, movement, color, texture and sound, all in this tiny poem. Wonderful!

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  18. Awwww beautiful Grace!
    I told you I love your poems?
    Lol

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  19. Writing before daylight? In the dark? Or is it reading?
    Very graphic imaging, Grace. My problem is that I can't visualize. I can never see any sheep to count for helping to begin sleep.
    ..

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  20. I too love the lightness you shared. Your poem is fluid n' beautiful~

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  21. A beautiful light feathery poem:)

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  22. I love the sunrise...I especially love that moment right before the sun makes its first appearance.

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  23. how beautiful sunrise is..just like your poem..loved it:)

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  24. enjoying the highly visual imagery, Grace ~

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  25. This paints such a beautiful scenery ... loved it :-)

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  26. Each word is sepia - I love that. I can picture it very well. As always, thank you and have a great week!

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