Tuesday, June 2, 2015

The sky in my eyes -

I am slick with rain, drenched
to skin with hovering clouds
But you don't notice but my colors
rustling silk-plum rose, scent of honeybees
then orange-gold, streaking of seeds-

 Picture credit:   here


I am sitting by dead
twigs, red-nosed pine cones & frayed
leaves, pickled brown by bugs-

The sun is cucumber cool,
minting the field in newness while
yellow-crowned weeds, trifles with wind-

The sky is a watercolor my eyes can't ever capture-


Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Poetics - Micro world Poetry ~  I am back to writing poems after a break ~ (I feel rusty, ha) ~ Happy Tuesday everyone ~

38 comments:

  1. Wonderful .. I love the vision of the sun as a cool cucumber.. which reminds me of your prompt on Salvatore Quasimodo... still I get the feeling that your point of view is the growing plants, and that detachment makes it really even more passionate. Love to have your poetry back again.

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    1. It has been a cold spring over the weekend ~ Thanks Bjorn though I feel a bit rusty with my words ~ Good to be back ~

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  2. I do notice your lovely capture, the colors are as vivid and delightful as it feels to read your poem. A lovely piece full of life.

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  3. Welcome back to the blogland shack. Growth and sun, can sure be a colorful run

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    1. Thanks Pat ~ Will make my rounds in a bit ~

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  4. i agree with brudberg...love having your poetry back again

    this was a lovely perspective by nature

    gracias mi amiga...Grace-fully written

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    1. Thank you ~ Our spring has been pretty cool but the warmth of the sun is certainly welcome in my part of the world ~

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  5. What a comeback, so glad you are back, missed your poems, and this one is a treat!!

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  6. Hey you. Good to see something new. I wonder if you made cool cucumber to cucumber cool if it would affect the meaning too much, it just flows nicer to the ear, imho. love the minted right after it too, its almost like you are building a summer salad with that and the weeds in the next line. The scent of honeybees, ha. I like that much but def dont want one stuck in my nose.

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    1. Thanks for your inputs ~ I wrote this one quickly and will edit with details later on ~ Appreciate your visits, smiles ~

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  7. nice to see you once again Grace with this beautiful gift of a poem...specially love the sun image...

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  8. You are as welcomed as the /scent of honey bees/, for your words never fail touch & amaze. I, too, like /the sun is cucumber cool/ possibly having to penetrate through cumulus dark bellies. Lovely contrast & abstractions here.I liked the lines /drenched/to skin with hovering clouds/.

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  9. it seems your rest has renew creativity... it is amazing how life and death seem to dance through time together... lovely language you've used in your poem

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  10. Well done Grace, really loved your ending line. >KB

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  11. Grace, you are masterful--to say the least--with nature related imagery. Red-nosed pine cones and the sky is a watercolor? that is amazing because water certainly can mimic the sky in the sun. Greatness.

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  12. I love this line...I am sitting by dead twigs....beauty in a place no one would notice but the person who cares enough to seek out the magical in unexpected places. Welcome back! It is good to hear your voice.

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  13. Well you played with us beautifully there. I have been photographing those red-tipped pine cones today. Some wonderful turns of phrases you have there makes it very good reading.

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  14. Ah..the eyes of rain do cry in drops of joy.. ah.. the glistening colors.. do shine through drops of life..:)

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  15. Great title, ending line, and wonderful colors in this...you're back, with flair!

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  16. Stellar last line :) lovely

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  17. A wonderful cascade of color and organic images. Lovely writing!

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  18. Refreshing colors and images...and eyes in clouds can't see them so close...fun!~ nice to read you again, Grace :)

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  19. Absolutely breath-taking, Grace. I was right there with you.

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  20. this was such a descriptive, colourful poem. Lovely!

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  21. Hi Grace - hope the wedding went smoothly. Nice to read your vibrant work again ~

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  22. There was an error, so I'll try again. I like how the leaves were "pickled", and in the next line you use "cucumber"--Must be because I've been making potato salads!

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  23. Good to see you back, my friend. "red nosed pine cones" - Love that. As always, thank you and have a fantastic week!

    Elsie

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  24. You have described the New Mexico sky perfectly.

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  25. Plum and orange seem to represent your style..nice glimpse of spring, Grace.

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  26. I love the play of colors in this. Just gorgeous.

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  27. This is SO beautiful - a micro view of loveliness that expands the soul of the reader.

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  28. This is beautiful and relaxing. I found the line "The sun is cucumber cool" to be quite an interesting paradox, not how we usually describe the sun. Peace, Linda

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  29. this is a vibrant piece Grace - really well done

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  30. Dear
    Grace
    Fantastic poem- so INTENSE!
    My compliment!

    Hugs
    JetteMajken

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  31. Beautiful! I especially loved the last line. No words can capture the beauty that we experience.

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  32. Exquisite!
    "The sun is cucumber cool,
    minting the field in newness"...favourite line.

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