Sunday, September 7, 2014

Night guides



your words are faint memory
      ivory & indigo
cooling down my fire-lit sky to
     autumn shade:

rust-orange mums
    & flaring-red leaves on ground 
appear, converging
    at appointed month, hour
     
and what of me:

i let night sieve me 
  
    liquid 
    spilling into lake
    that knows no seasons   

    clustering dreams
    larger than my two hands can hold-



Posted for Imaginary Garden for Real Toads:    55 Words and Kerry's Challenge:   Where do you go to?
And Poets United  - Happy Sunday ~

47 comments:

  1. "clustering dreams / larger than my two hands can hold-"...everyone's dream....so beautiful.....

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  2. "i let night sieve me"- Divine.
    Such are your words that when spoken out loud, they ring like a wind-chime in the gentle wind of September. Beautiful, melodious and fluid writing. :-)
    -HA

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  3. Ah, it seems like the colors of autumn are beginning to slip into poetry. Love the rust-orange mums and the flaring-red leaves! But indeed summer is leaving us all too soon.

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  4. "i let night sieve me

    liquid
    spilling into lake
    that knows no seasons"

    I LOVE this portion. The entirety is so rich, Grace as always. ♥

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  5. I would love to have that abundance of good dreams.. The closing lines are lovely to read -

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  6. Change is slowly starting to come due, still hot though. and some things sure last no matter the season

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  7. To tell you what I loved about this would be to copy and paste the whole colorful, tender thing. WOW

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  8. I share kerry's comment. Beautiful!
    ZQ

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  9. I like the 'ivory and indigo words' and how you used colors in such an atmospheric way, Grace.

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  10. Beautiful imagery as always, Grace. Love the colors of Autumn ~ and yes, dream big :)

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  11. Huge sigh of contentment from me, Grace.

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  12. 'your words are faint memory' --- but more than faintly memorable. I love the vividness of the images in this poem. And I love the artwork you used to illustrate it as well.

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  13. Amazing images and colours that just make this come alive. Glorious Autumn tapestry.

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  14. In parallel movement, "you" are like the sky dropping what ity cannot hold! beautiful!

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  15. This has such a cool feel to it...love the use of color too.

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  16. spilling into lake
    that knows no seasons

    While there are changes of seasons and colors outside one is not subject to these. One can only adapt to the changes at our own bidding. Rightly said Grace!

    Hank

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  17. such a wonderful imagery and the feeling it leaves behind...!

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  18. love the turn about halfway through...i let night sieve me...what a cool use of sieve...and the progression to the lake...and the dreams so big...this is a lovely piece grace...

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  19. The colors in this are striking, Grace--as Brian says, I love the sensation of being sieved by night (or mood) a wonderful analogy, and a great 55.

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  20. Words of ivory and indigo - how beautiful! "I let night sieve me..." a gorgeous poem. I am always struck by the beauty ofyour banner photo - it is incredible.

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  21. love the use of color and letting night sieve you - had to look up sieve - what a cool word and very cool how you use it - the last two stanzas are gorgeous

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  22. What an amazing poem, very deep, very thought-provoking and that picture is a perfect match to it. I'm wondering what the cooling words are. That poem makes me want to know more about the person behind it, about what's going on.

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  23. Beautiful Grace. I love how you blend words to create such vivid, lovely pictures that are other-worldly, like from heaven. Then again, didn't you call yourself Heaven? You had good cause.

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  24. This is so beautiful...serene, acceptance of what you can't hold on to...

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  25. Well, from reading the other comments I guess I must have read this wrong, I felt a melancholany combined with reminiscence about a beautiful relationship now past followed by a sense of renewal and hope as the night sieves away all the pain keeping the good memories of what once was and what can be again.

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    1. I, too, got this very vibe. Thought I had totally not gotten it… but it is the reader to internalize and find the meaning for himself/herself.

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  26. The image of a soul hold her dreams in her hands--even when they are overflowing--is a thing of beauty.

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  27. I can't quite imagine a place where seasons don't exist....

    the ending is stunning...from the night to liquid to dreams too big (or too many) to hold...such an interesting visual.

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  28. Letting night sieve you is quite beautiful, Grace. All sounds good. k.

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  29. What might have been or what once was.
    Hanging on to all that's left now.
    It says volumes to me, been there.

    ..

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  30. As farm-bred children (sounds like "chickens") if one was who we didn't like, we'd say to her/him,
    "I hope you get sieved..." HOW CRUEL!

    This piece is SO WELL CRAFTED, I'm taking time to linger awhile here. Thank you for being so GOOD, Grace!

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  31. "i let night sieve me" - a beautifully carved poem ... soft and delicate :-)

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  32. this is exquisite Grace, thank you.

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  33. Ivory and indigo...what a lovely combination :-)

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  34. I love the image those final two lines bring to mind, so beautiful.

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  35. striking, Grace, especially that close ~

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  36. It is not bad to have that many dreams. Keep them coming.

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  37. ivory and indigo - I see that as paper and ink - letters - and I'm with Stormcat - I see it the same way. :)

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  38. beautiful poem -colorful-letting go -with nature -stunning imagery in 'I let night sieve me'

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  39. beautiful. though i'm against mums. :)

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  40. Your use of color throughout, especially giving the faint memory of words a color....such an artistic presentation of thoughts. Very creatively penned, Grace :-)

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