Thursday, July 21, 2016

thirsty for rain-slurped sky-


On the road to San Diego, US @Grace


black raven swoops silently
against the canvas of dry mountain hills-
roads shimmer, simmer in red hot dust


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rocky mountains
saffron-stained by blue cloudless sky-
thirst, a palpable heartbeat

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i-
sculpted against fading indigo sky
you-
waiting in slippers by the doorway home




Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Hosted by Bjorn Rudberg - Day 4 of our D'verse 5th celebration.   Please read our interview of Sam Peralta and the writing prompt is Twitter Poetry.

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18 comments:

  1. I love how each part standing by itself form a unity... the sky, the rocks and the person... maybe just the same connection... It does make me think of the desert actually... wonderful

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    1. All that dry place, with hardly any vegetation stood out for me. Happy to be back home now and enjoy some rainshower to cool the summer heat.

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  2. I echo Bjorn's comments - each stands by itself, but work together wonderfully well.

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  3. Our minds plow similar poetic furrows--each one of mine stands alone-though I love it that yours has a kind of travel thread in them. Are you in CA? The SW can be arid, for sure. Your first stanza hooked me. You had me at "raven".

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    1. I have now returned home after being in CA. Such a dry canvas due to the drought there. Thanks Glenn.

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  4. Just beautiful, Grace. I was tempted to write about ravens and then changed to seagulls. I love those lines:
    'saffron-stained by blue cloudless sky-
    thirst, a palpable heartbeat'

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  5. Gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous write ...!!

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  6. Gayle Walters RoseJuly 21, 2016 at 8:01 PM

    I like how you reference color in each stanza...it adds just that more depth and interest.

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  7. These are very beautiful, Grace. I especially love you, waiting in slippers in the doorway home.

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  8. home where all thirsts quench...gorgeous each one...

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  9. Not a twit who tweets so I am only going to assume the poetry constraints are character count? The images are powerful in the definition of place and being Grace, especially the 3rd portion and the "i" in motion and the "you" waiting for the "i" to return to a place of comfort and known familiarity.

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  10. Three alone, yet together they can shine.

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  11. Love how the first 2 seem all about nature, but then the 3rd shows how the whole set is a longing to be together.

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  12. No matter where we go, no matter how much fun we have had, home, where someone we love awaits us, is always the best place. :-)

    ~Imelda

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  13. waiting in slippers
    by the doorway home

    A nice feeling very reassuring to be greeted such by a loved one upon coming home. Great tweets, Grace!

    Hank

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