Tuesday, April 12, 2016

Fantasy on cold winter night



Play the violin
Fiddle the lute
Drum the cymbals 

I am garden, keyed with seeds
Singing to the moon, coppery fire:
Melt the ice crystals, draw leaves rising & chanting-

Music of spring whips up a storm, dabbing the sky buttered-green- 



Painting by Elisabetta Trevisan


Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Fantasia or fantasy with guest host, Lillian ~   Thanks for the visit ~

31 comments:

  1. "The sky buttered green". Oh, Grace, so gorgeous!

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  2. "I am garden keyed with seeds"
    "dabbing the sky buttered green"
    Especilly enthralled with these lines! Beautiful!

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  3. A wondrous delicious sevenling; so poetic that it makes my effort seem a bit prosaic, pedantic, & pale--but still joyous that we can share with & inspire each other.

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  4. Oh! The sky buttered green. I will be planting my garden in the next couple of weeks and this just melted my heart. I plant by the moon and I will howl at the moon. Love this joyous poem.

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  5. Oh! The sky buttered green. I will be planting my garden in the next couple of weeks and this just melted my heart. I plant by the moon and I will howl at the moon. Love this joyous poem.

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  6. I love when the sky is green, though normally I associate with cold.. I can see it cool in dawn.. Wonderful

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  7. Wow! This is absolutely exquisite :D

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  8. Grace, is spring still a fantasy for you? No sign of her yet? Love your last line and that beautiful picture.

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    1. Hopefully spring is coming soon Gayle but in the meantime we got melting snow in the backyard ~ Thanks ~

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  9. Drumming along, a sky like no other

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  10. Breath-taking, Grace. I could feel the musical nuances in this. And we both got those drums!

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  11. I thought the word 'storm' Grace was a lovely metaphor to use....spring does bring on a profusion of growth in all sorts of ways....hope you are doing well today...

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  12. "I am garden, keyed with seeds
    Singing to the moon"

    -- This leaves me a little breathless.

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  13. "buttered green" ... What a gorgeous name for a crayon shade.

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  14. I love this fantasy of Spring. It's really beautiful.

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  15. .. garden keyed with seeds... what an image! I love your view of spring

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  16. Hi Grace! Your poem reminds me of A Midsummer Night's Dream. I love that line: 'Singing to the moon, coppery fire'.

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  17. The season has to change Grace--at the least I think it does. Crocuses have grown and bloomed a'ready and then 2 inches of snow covered all but the flowers and tips of the leaves.

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  18. "I am garden, keyed with seeds" so beautiful!!

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  19. I'm thrilled there's no sign yet of Spring in Canada...and it's almost mid April now. Back here in Philippines, we are drowning in our boiling hot sweat.. ha! Lovely images, Grace! :)

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  20. Your fantasy will soon be reality, Grace! Love how the artwork fits your lyrical poem! Fantasizing about my garden now...may plant potatoes today :)

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  21. Stunning! I love the visual imagery in this.

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  22. This is magic...I love the colors and the voice of spring here...enchanting, Grace!

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  23. How Spring can create all the frenzy much impatience being awaited

    http://imagery77.blogspot.my/2016/04/grotesquely-bulging-at-odd-places.html


    Hank

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  25. fun verbs and pushing the borders of words for a glorious musical fantasy

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  26. the title honestly puts this poem together so well; and the imagery is so vivid "singing to the moon, coppery fire" is probably my favorite line.

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