Monday, May 22, 2017

Brush strokes of grey


some nights, it falls 
cankerous 
roar of crackling firework
hiss of the breaking glass
vicious splat by car tires 

but this late afternoon
rains are gentle puddles
freshly squeezed
coating sky with oil pale hues
sounds of melancholy drift
linger
bittersweet as ruby grapefruit





Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Quadrille, Hosted by Victoria Slotto ~  This is a 44 word post with the word SOUND.  Thanks for the visit ~

37 comments:

  1. oooooh, the second stanza especially is absolutely delicious! Beautiful! I want a symphony of these words. :)

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  2. I really love this, and somehow long for some rain... it's been way to dry too long here...

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  3. I love this, Grace--the contrast, the moodiness that varies depending on the nature of rain. I'm not sure I would survive in a climate that had lots of rain. I lived in Detroit, not far from you, perhaps, but was young then and only recall the summer humidity and brutal cold of winter.

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  4. There are so many different sounds in the rain, different kinds of rain. Your poem captures some of them beautifully.

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  5. I love your 'rains are gentle puddles - freshly squeezed - coating sky with oil pale hues', it is the kind of rain I enjoy walking in :o)

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  6. I absolutely adore the cadence and feel of this:
    "coating sky with oil pale hues
    sounds of melancholy"

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  7. I love that line about the "vicious splat." Such a nice image full of sound.

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  8. You write so beautifully Grace and here the sounds you conjure up from the poem echoe the rain itself.

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  9. Your last line is killer, I have to use the word "cankerous" somewhere today.

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  10. As always Grace, your images are beautifully written--pictures painted with words. Thanks for sharing!

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  11. Cantankerous I knew (and sometimes am!), but cankerous was new to me. Thanks for the tutorial! Love your description of rain. Beautiful write.

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  12. Wonderful onomatopoeia in your Quadrille, Grace. I especially love the contrast between the stanzas and my favourite lines have to be:
    'rains are gentle puddles
    freshly squeezed'
    and
    'sounds of melancholy drift
    linger
    bittersweet as ruby grapefruit'.

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  13. 'sounds of melancholy drift linger bittersweet as ruby grapefruit' ...sigh.. gorgeous!!❤️

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  14. "crackling firework
    hiss of the breaking glass
    vicious splat"

    "gentle puddles
    freshly squeezed"

    "sounds of melancholy drift
    linger
    bittersweet as ruby grapefruit"

    Love these sections especially, Grace. That sky sounds gorgeous, even if bittersweet.

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  15. Loved it all, esp "sounds of melancholy drift
    linger
    bittersweet as ruby grapefruit"

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  16. You must be looking out my windows. They are indeed a pale shade of grey. Great imagery

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  17. This reminds me of the many words for "rain" that we have in the Pacific Northwest. One word, and one stanza, are just not enough to capture the reality of rainfall.

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  18. Oh, Grace! This required several reads just to hear the sounds! Callooh Callay!

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  19. Very fitting for me today since I had to deal with rain during my commute to work.

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  20. Gayle Walters RoseMay 22, 2017 at 8:15 PM

    Love this, Grace, "sounds of melancholy drift
    linger
    bittersweet as ruby grapefruit" and how the word "linger" has the line to itself...can feel the melancholy clearly.

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  21. "What a difference a day makes." Well expressed.

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  22. It's raining here again as well after some very warm weather last week. I am not sure mother nature knows what she is feeling these days.

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  23. This is pretty. I long for days as such, not seeing those grey brush stroke skies much here in Colorado. The "oil pale hues" are particularly intriguing.

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  24. 'Rains are gentle puddles freshly squeezed' a nice image ...

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  25. Aw. Making me melancholic myself.

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  26. Rain sure can have different ways of bringing forth sound, like we can when activities abound

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  27. This is delicious with sound.
    One of my favorite things is to listen to the rain and you've caught it here.

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  28. Wonderful! You've perfectly created the mood.

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  29. Beautiful sound trails, Grace. So lovely to read :)

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  30. I love your description of the rain. :-)

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  31. It's been raining here for days! Beautiful poem. Enjoy your weekend.

    Elsie Amata

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  32. ~ wonderful ~ sigh ... I love those afternoons.

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  33. sounds of melancholy drift - beautiful line, like the name of an indie band, rains makes us melancholy and sentimental too.

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  34. aaaah the way you describe the rain and its two faces! beautiful, Grace!

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