Thursday, February 16, 2017

blunting burgundy shards



She's plum reticent in burgundy room
Reading peppermint scented letters
Her thoughts far away

         Chopping orange peelings from seething sun
         Mixing fresh tumeric and cayenne pepper
         The wind is drumming with savage songs

She's steeped in garish-yarrow memories 
Knotting her black hair neatly
Her palms dried black tea

         Blending ginger roots from flaxing moon
         Serving hot chocolates with churros
         The sky is luminous with vibrant colors

She's grapejuice-dusk with exploding stardust
Penning stories, her past put to rest 
One page at a time










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28 comments:

  1. Grace! This is GORGEOUS!!!

    I especially like the first stanza and the last two.

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  2. There is so much fabulous colour in this poem, Grace! It's kind of sixties pasiley psychedelic.

    My favourite lines:
    'Chopping orange peelings from seething sun
    Mixing fresh tumeric and cayenne pepper
    The wind is drumming with savage songs'

    and

    'She's grapejuice-dusk with exploding stardust
    Penning stories, her past put to rest
    One page at a time'

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  3. I love how you have weaved it together... the way you start with she is, with wonderful metaphors and how you weave it with spices.. great idea... (we should have spices as a prompt someday)

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  4. I love the mixing of spices, colors, flavors in this great poem. You have taken all the elements and put them on your palette and then onto the page. Perfection.

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  5. You embrace expressionism with verve and outstanding word-smithing. I, too, was snagged at /the wind is drumming with savage songs/. The poem is multilayered & with each reading more is revealed; an excellent piece, Grace.

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  6. That's an amazing poem Grace ~ I love the way you've used food to create some great images ..peppermint scented letters - grapejuice-dusk, but my favourite line: wind drumming savage song. Just wonderful.

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  7. I liked how the past is put to rest with each page of the stories she writes. It makes me want to write some stories to put my past to rest as well.

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  8. So full of colour! The soul of expressionist painting.

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  9. A really wondrous journey through so many colors and smells...I love black tea palms...I can smell them.

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  10. To quote another, Grace, this is GORGEOUS! So much color, so much expression. I can't even pick a favorite line. I will say this, the artwork does not do your words justice!!! In other words, I wish there was an artist reading your words, who would then put them to the canvas! :) This is the case where someone should actually try to PAINT your words! :) WONDERFUL! Can you tell, I'm gushing here????

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    1. Thank you Lillian ~ I might take you up on that someday, smiles ~

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  11. Each tale that is told puts it to rest, can't beat that

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  12. I often say to artists at the art blogs in which I'm involved "it was a feast for the eyes". I'm amazed to say I can say the same for your words -- "a feast for the eyes". Oh (sigh) wondrous!

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  13. Oh, my, goodness. This is truly gorgeous, Grace. I'm in love with this poem

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  14. Drink to the beauty of her imagination. Well mixed.

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  15. How did Emerson describe the Poet, as one who is abandoned to the nature of things, who speaks of things adequately when wildly, inebriate: You wade into this reverie with arms wide to all that the verbal censor edits and trims and weeds out, so that shelves of taste and color collide, subduct and raise this wild way of verbalizing the act of writing poems--"blunting burgundy shards." Hot fragrances here, pressing them like leaves in the book of history. Amen.

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  16. A beauty; she is a versatile and vibrant woman! I love how you incorporated so much color and flavor...I love the ending line.

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  17. how well you combine colour and taste without a touch of purple prose - I love this poem!

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  18. You certainly hit the challenge. "The wind is drumming with savage songs". There is something very satisfying in this poem, Grace. Lovely. Jane

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  19. That ending knocked me out. A vivid, spicy poem, Grace. Love it!

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  20. Ah Grace love you for this...you made my day . . . what a treat!

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  21. I have many favorite lines, Grace. This was tasty indeed! Probably my fav poem I've read today. You nailed it.

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  22. Love all of the food that you have woven into this piece!

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  23. Love the glaring emotional bursts many distorted from the normal scheme of things. Wonderful take Grace!

    Hank

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  24. This lifts off the page with scent and colour and vibrancy. 'Penning stories, her past put to rest
    One page at a time' - an awesome line.

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