Saturday, July 19, 2014

Blown away


Gravity falls away from my feet
I am lifted like dandelions

white-fluffed, spinning on storm mill
of words

nectar & pollen
gliding over city's concrete 

I hear the browning of leaves
as a baby robin falls from small nest 

becoming a ball of feathers, stilled by cold grass-
I listen to stories from my fellow passengers

where they have been & where they are going-
Their footprints seep into my verses 

Shaping, carving, polishing
this poem, a circle

I let the forest in, wild & fierce
And the forest takes me back 

where gusty wind plays a concerto
each seed pulling upward, framing into a flock of birds

sky's mirror in their eyes 
showing me how to wish & scatter

each single-rounded breath in sky 



Dramatic Stainless Steel Wire Fairies by Robin Wight


If you want to see the moving wire sculpture, check this cool link ~

Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Thanks to the community for letting me believe I have wings ~  You have always been my "safe" landing for the last 3 years ~ Happy Weekend ~

57 comments:

  1. some really cool elements to this....the hearing of the browning of leaves...the giving yourself over to the forest (wild & fierce) and it taking you back...your range has greatly improved these last 3 years grace...most of your first stuff was intimate but you evoke quite the full range of emotion and imagery now...

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    1. I don't forget my humble beginnings but reading a wide section of words these last years have stretched me beyond my comfort zone ~ I like experimenting with different stuff, smiles ~

      Thanks Brian for all the "safe landings" ~

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  2. You do fly...smiles...enjoyed the imagery in your poem and that work by Robin
    Wright is amazing as well. Thank you for sharing your ink Grace!

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  3. You have captured a magical day with your words. The picture fits the poem very well. :-)
    Thank you for visiting Poetry of the Netherworld.

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    1. Thank you & I will be sharing one tomorrow ~

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  4. You DO have wings, and your poems lift us up with you! I most love "I let the forest in, wild & fierce
    And the forest takes me back " Beautifully done, Grace.

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  5. oh i like that forest part and how our fellow passengers inspire and influence us as well

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    1. Its like a chain reaction, smiles ~ Thanks Claudia ~

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  6. Wow - if this is what happens when you are part of dVerse - you let the forest in and this is the result... please give me some of whatever she is having! Lovely, Grace!

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    1. Well she has fairy wings, smiles ~ Thanks Marina ~

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  7. Oh Grace, I love this - magical and ethereal - and the line 'Their footprints seep into my verses' wonderful - K

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  8. Everyone around can sure prop each other up as the leaves blow and the forest is full.

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  9. i think it is the gestalt of the small details of living that make life worth living..to see the trees is to see the forest is to see the trees..and both views together..make beauty..one forest of trees....:)cliched or not..what comes..can
    flow...;)with a click of a digital key..on the keyboard of life...2....e world as it maybe...3....

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    1. Trees & forest, I like that they go hand in hand ~ Thanks ~

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  10. so true... we've been most everywhere... wonder what will be next

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    1. A lot more adventures for sure ~ Thank you ~

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  11. this is stunning...whimsical and yet still I itch for the wind to lift me and carry me along with it so I might feel the worlds verse seep into and through me.

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  12. Beautiful imagery of nature. I love the thought of those dandelion seeds...inspiration in search of a home, in search of someone to tell their story in poetry.

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    1. In search of a home, I love the imagery ~ Thanks Victoria ~

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  13. I like so many lines in this. It is like reading a magical fairy tale. Loved it. Your writing is so delicate - a lot like the dandelion you describe.

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    1. The imagery of dandelions was my inspiration ~ Thanks Myrna ~

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  14. Your poetry is so beautiful. I enjoy coming to your site.

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  15. Beautiful imagery, so well written!

    "I hear the browning of leaves . . ." I'm not completely sure why, but this is my favorite line. Excellent work!

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    1. Thank you Jeff ~ I like that line too ~

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  16. where they have been & where they are going-
    Their footprints seep into my verses

    that's what art is, in my opinion. We take from those who inspire us
    and use their footprints as the foundation to further build upon our own works... beautiful write

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    1. That's the magic I believe ~ Thanks Anthony ~

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  17. I like thinking of the pub in motion on this flight, like where you take it in these marvelous heights.

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  18. I love how you let the forest in . . . your words and the image go perfectly together. Such a cool sculpture.

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  19. Beautiful, Grace! Lovely imagery as always. I agree with Brian your poetry has evolved from intimacy to a full range of emotions. So glad to have met you in the blogosphere and read your work :)

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    1. Happy to meet you as well Loredana ~

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  20. Grace lovely poem..we all have wings just some of don't know how to use them..enjoy your flight on golden wings..

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  21. Grace, lovely image of the breath its own little round world surrounded by sky--very pretty, thanks much for all you do and you seemingly limitless kindness. k.

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  22. Yes Grace - what a fine poet you've become - there's always beauty and life in your work, and the thrill and rush of passion. Thank you for coming to the pub, and staying.

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  23. Beautiful! Loved the imagery.

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  24. poetry does this release from the gravitational pull of the mundane life and its gusty wind totally transforms us until we are dandelions and our life completes its circular path...your words are always true and heartfelt Grace...a beautiful poetic experience here :)

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  25. I have seen your poetry flight from the beginning.You are flying much higher than before ...dazzling puff balls lighting up the sky.

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    1. Thank you for lovely compliment ~

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  26. Your pieces, and choices are exceptionally beautiful Grace. :)

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  27. "I listen to stories from my fellow passengers

    where they have been & where they are going-
    Their footprints seep into my verses

    Shaping, carving, polishing"

    Yes, yes, yes…this is beautifully captured!! Soft descriptives,subtle and perfect metaphor. Just lovely!

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  28. And I am consistently blown away by your words. Love this poem, and that sculpture is just bananas.

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    1. Your comment about the sculpture made me smile ~ Thanks ~

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  29. love that close, Grace. sorry for having been absent; nothing for me to write of late. perhaps soon. hope you have a good week ~

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