Saturday, October 4, 2014

October rust






I am restless tonight while shadows are obsessed with shape of the lamp.

The moon wears raven mask and comes into my room with glass of water.

She sits and reads the book while 
I bury my emptiness in a lacquered box.

Language arrives with new set of colours - wheat, rust and nest of bones.  






Posted for Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - 55 Words
and Poets United - Thanks for the visit ~

62 comments:

  1. This reminds me of when I went to bed as a child. When it first got dark I would see so much in the shadows. The last line in this is beautiful Grace!

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  2. Each sentence is a poem in its own right. Exquisite.

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    1. It can be read individually, thanks Kerry ~

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  3. The play of light and shadow, color and absence of color, flickers like firelight through this, Grace. I particularly love the last line.

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  4. the last line is endearing... there is a subtle playfulness in your words. :-)
    -HA

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  5. 'the new set of colours' ... every artist's dream. Fall is a spectacular season as is your poem!!

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    1. The colors are wonderful, thank you Helen ~

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  6. Each season speaks differently to us… a bit mysterious, this 55.

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  7. Too bad the shadows couldn't just move the lamp haha great lines indeed

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  8. Beautiful All and for me, your closing, I love the contrast it plays with the mask aforementioned. Beauty.

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    1. Thanks for the lovely words Hannah ~

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  9. The missing articles throw me off, so that I had to re-read it, but upon second reading I love the images of the raven mask, the lacquered box and the colors in the final line. Very atmospheric and arresting, Grace.

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    1. Thank you ~ Knowing your dislike for haiku, I wrote this straight as an American Sentence ~

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    2. *smax forehead* I just now read your comment at Toads about doing American Sentences. Duh @ me. Nice work, Grace! :-)

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  10. Wowzers! Love "the moon wears raven mask"...love it all. Fantastic piece.

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  11. This is a real distillation for you, but it works very well, very musically. Thanks, k.

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  12. Ah.. I love American sentences - such images you can paint with each of them.. By them self beautiful - collectively a whole story.

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  13. nice.. i like the moon wearing a raven mask and coming into the room with a glass of water..also the language arriving with new set of colors...cool image grace.. happy sunday!!

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  14. I enjoyed the way you personified the moon, Grace. You really gave it personality. And the new colors arriving make me wonder what wordstrokes they will be painting. Smiles.

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  15. The last line really pulls it all together.

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  16. Grace,
    Light, darkness, shadow, stillness...these are all the seeds of inspiration and you paint this portrait so beautifully and knowingly. Thanks.
    Steve K.

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  17. Wow, each sentence - concise and full of meaning. Love moon image, magic!

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  18. Great use of imagery in your poem, Grace. As some other poets mentioned, each line is a short poem, a bit as if you were showing a few snapshots.

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  19. I am restless tonight. I often feel restless as the wind as I try to calm my inner drum. That picture is rather interesting wrapped in harvest wheat..what will her journey reap...

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  20. Wow Grace the imagery here is so amazing...I think my favorite is the moon wearing the raven mask....stopped me dead in my tracks when I read it!!!

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  21. there is a magic in this piece....from the dancing shadows to the masked moon to discovering language in a new set of colors. makes me think it is possible to bury the emptiness. really lovely.

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  22. What a story! She is welcome here too to read while I unpack the new colors.

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  23. "The moon wears raven mask and comes into my room with glass of water."....
    my favorite line...beautiful Grace

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  24. the final turn was quite chilling.love the surreal imagery.

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  25. amazing imagery. love the part about burying emptiness...

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  26. Beautiful, Grace -the imagery is haunting and love the last line!

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  27. Grace, what glorious writing! Loved this!

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  28. Grace you do a wonderful job of portraying emptiness, restlessness even colour.

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  29. I really like the idea of language arriving with new colors.

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  30. Wellll that was an amazing everyday :-)
    ZQ

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  31. i love all of this....every single word made me see a part of myself sitting alone in my own livingroom, my nose in a book, the moon teasing me outside the window!

    stacy lynn mar
    http://warningthestars.blogspot.com/2014/10/saturday-prompt-2-starry-skies-and.html

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  32. oh some gorgeous american sentences...that last one...the color of language...and the colors that you chose...excellent....

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  33. Lovely Atmospheric!

    ALOHA from Honolulu
    ComfortSpiral
    =^..^= . <3 . >< } } (°>


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  34. How can you create such excellence in 55 words? Love this Grace. It leaves a lingering image, like a puzzle for translation into consciousness. That's what talent does. That's what you do.

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  35. How well you take the reader back to childish moments of both fear and comfort.

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  36. Everything I love about it has already been said. So I'll just say I'm glad you posted this. :)

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  37. Yes, each line could stand alone...beautiful

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  38. Language can be most versatile and can be most interesting. It is a journey! Wonderful 55 Grace!

    Hank

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  39. i'm curious about that lacquered box!

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  40. Grace I love the whole poem, yet that first line really captivated me :-)

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  41. Wheat, rust and nest of bones. Some lovely earthy components and colors.

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  42. an expression of mystery that I'll remember as i prepare to sleep tonight and forever.

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  43. amazing imagery Grace… such a rich poem.

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  44. What a great image of colors in that last line.

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  45. Surreal collections of words fit the image so well and send the mind into unfamiliar realms...

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  46. each line here is so packed with images...lovely.... wonderful......great!!

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  47. Powerful and deep, a calling from within that matches the moon's pull. Lovely work!

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