Tuesday, March 17, 2015

Lessons while sitting on my grandma's lap



The Wind by Artist


I let the wind in
                    fluid
             flowing
       A river timeless in repose

It births in me
       undefined words
             ever shifting sands 
         curving balls at the last 

       notes//tide by tide
weaving tendrils 
   yet  
        erasing footprints in a heart/

           beat/I sing with the storm 
              I dance without gravity's shoes
        I unsettle flowers from their seats

I drink the sun 
     as if I am her favored child    
Swaying softly as wheat stalk              
     My spine bends 
         to wind's energy 
                resilient, survivor, ever
                     
         awakening 
                          yellow
                                     bud-



Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Winds of March -  We have a special guest hosting for this prompt, smiles ~ Pub opens at 3pm EST ~ 

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50 comments:

  1. Love your form. It really accentuates your beautiful poem :)

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  2. I see it in form and imagery. Whether you, Grandma, a flower or a tree, the "I" here is a gift of life to all of us. Thank you.

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  3. being a survivor...being able to bow with the wind but not break....that is something to be said, for sure...and in the awkening as well....nice play with space and form as well grace...

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  4. this is so sinuous in its expression and so enveloping in space and form
    truly enjoyed this

    grace-fully done

    gracias

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  5. Yes, Grace you let the Wind in...
    and drink the sun.....

    Thanks!

    JetteMajken

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  6. dancing without gravity's shoes and the easy dancing along wind's side... so much energy in this... and love that it's one of the lessons learned on gramma's lap.. makes it even more special

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  7. "resilient, survivor, ever

    awakening
    yellow
    bud-"...........how beautiful and strong is the spirit..

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  8. Somehow the strength of the willow's wand is what comes to mind, bending never breaking.. the wind as metaphor for life itself in a way.

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  9. I love what the art 'births' in you, the dance in no gravity maybe fun, just as new habit - bit out of comf, but who knows - maybe it's easy to use to it....~ some new dimensions here I feel, Grace :)

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  10. Being able to survive through it all is sure the way to be

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  11. What a song to the spring wind, Grace - love the lines

    erasing footprints in a heart/
    beat/I sing with the storm
    I dance without gravity's shoes
    I unsettle flowers from their seats

    And that sculpture is just crazy good - smiles

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  12. Oh, I like the image of drinking the sun as if you are her favored child....this poem gives me spring fever!

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  13. Oh to dance without gravity! Learning that lesson from your grandmother makes it so special. Not only just survival but living and growing, that stem of wheat, bending but not breaking. Oh just lovely! Hayes Spencer is Kanzensakura

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  14. This is beautiful! I love how it looks like the poem itself is dancing in the wind. Peace, Linda

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  15. Grace... I like the movement in this... nicely done

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  16. Willowy, bending, supple and flexible... a poem full of subtlety and movement.

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  17. like Kathleen, I love the lines /weaving tendrils/yet/erasing footprints in a heart/beat/. One of the things I have learned from Brian & Claudia, is to have the courage to play with spaces & lines within my poetics; letting the dance of words & lines change at their own will; really fun & fascinating; like your poem.

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  18. I drink the sun
    as if I am her favored child ...love all the lines..this one especially. Great!

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  19. Beautiful imagery. Your poem flows like the wind. As always I like you choice of words which make the poem come alive with tenderness. You're a great poet Grace.

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  20. Absolutely beautiful poem Grace! I especially appreciate the lines "I drink the sun//as if I am her favored child"

    Thanks for tending the bar tonight!

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  21. I like the light and carefree tone of your poem. It does evoke childhood. I have a feeling I was my grandfather's favorite, something I enjoyed.

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  22. What a beautiful poem! I also felt I was Grandmother's favorite, I loved her dearly, such a sweet and kind person.

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  23. "I drink the sun
    as if I am her favored child" Oh so lovely.

    I really like how the form ebbed and flowed with your words,very much like a wind.

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  24. Lying reposed on Grandma's lap is a rare experience timeless in its joy! Beautiful write Grace!

    Hank

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  25. The words and shapes of your poem matched nicely with the fluidity of the sculpture.

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  26. A beautiful poem, both language and layout.

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  27. Life is about survival even when facing changing winds. A lovely poem Grace it made me smile.

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  28. This is phenomenal--and I remember you from whatever blog I last used to participate in these challenges. The good poets stay with us, eh?

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  29. I am, absolutely there, Grace.

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  30. Now that's what I call POETRY. Superb, Grace.

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  31. Now that's what I call POETRY. Superb, Grace.

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  32. It is a lovely dance this wind of words, there is hope in being carried away, growth in having yesterdays tracks erased. Nicely danced Grace. Maybe I should lose some weight so it takes less than a hurricane to lift me.

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  33. You put into words how I felt about both of my grandmothers' influence...if only I could be as resilient as they..Lovely

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  34. Form and meaning combine gracefully to weave a wonderful poem. I love "tide by tide
    weaving tendrils" it's a gorgeous image and appropriate alliteration. Delighted I stopped by again after a long absence, Kevin

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  35. I like the way the poem looks like wind. You found the perfect picture too.

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  36. I love how the words look windswept. Beautiful, beautiful poem. And your title right away made me miss my Grandmas.

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  37. I feel peace and renewal reading this

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  38. Lovely images -- kept my attention. Great choice of an image.

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  39. ... can't wait to lay in the tall grass again ... smiles ... Love, cat.

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  40. lovely 'dance without gravity's shoes'

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  41. Love the movement and flow here Grace--beautiful work!

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  42. These are undefined words? For me they linked together the flow of air+water+life :-)

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  43. I felt enveloped in your form and carried along by the wind along with your words.

    River, timeless in repose... Tendrils... Drinking in the sun... Too many favorite lines powering this breezy, eloquent, work.

    Really fun read.

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  44. I felt enveloped in your form and carried along by the wind along with your words.

    River, timeless in repose... Tendrils... Drinking in the sun... Too many favorite lines powering this breezy, eloquent, work.

    Really fun read.

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  45. What a beautiful flow! Loved this bit:
    " I dance without gravity's shoes
    I unsettle flowers from their seats"
    -HA

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  46. I thought this was beautifully written. Good!

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  47. I'd wager you ARE the sun's favorite :) ~

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