Thursday, January 14, 2016

Painting in the dark

I gather darkness at brush's end
         descend 
To deepest well, I mine a diamond  
         to silence
Pouring blue salt and golden wheat
         I paint 
Without pleats nor restraints 
My canvas glimmers as fireflies
skittering under olive-grey foggy skies
Descend to silence, I paint








Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Ovillejo hosted by De Jackson
Thanks for the visit ~

25 comments:

  1. Just.So.Gorgeous.
    I am completely enamored of these slant rhymes. COMPLETELY.
    Lovely, lovely piece.

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    1. Thanks De ~ I finally figured it out, smiles ~

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  2. You painted a lovely picture with your words. Some lovely images

    Pouring blue salt and golden wheat

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  3. You completely drowned me in that...!! Smiles and love to you...

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  4. Beautiful, Grace. Like being right in the painting.

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  5. To use the paint as metaphor is simply perfect, and the meaning makes the form of less importance... yet it's perfect... great work.

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  6. Lovely, Grace! You ace this form.

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  7. A painting that spurred words painting a whole new picture.

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  8. This is absolutely beautiful! You have my amazement here - to pen a poem in this form that flows. No small feat. Just beautiful.

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  9. You are so touching and soft. It feels like light sadness in the deep well of your mind.

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  10. This is lovely. I've not yet mastered slant or near rhymes, but you've done so here. The only part of this that tripped me up was the word "foggy" in the penultimate line. For me, it flows better without it. Peace, Linda

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  11. Your words frame Monet's painting well!

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  12. I was trying to pinpoint one line or phrase that really drew me in but the whole poem is exquisite, Grace. You may have mastered a new form.

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  13. words shine with beauty & depth..."Descend to silence, I paint" wow...

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  14. in your pen, the style is fluid and seamless ~

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  15. Paint without restraint
    every ArTisT dream
    at least for
    those
    who
    Art
    for Free..:)

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  16. Excellent poem. Love it. And I'm a fan of Monet. :-)

    Greetings from London.

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  17. Painting in the dark, it glitters like gold. One may be on to something spectacular!

    Hank

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