Tuesday, July 18, 2017

The windows of our memories


the long day shifts, shadows,
calls us, church bells ringing

we chafe, bickering with
each other, reluctant

to let go of summer
games, flowers, dewdrops

we slurp cool water, draw
curtains to the side, breathe

growing silouttes of
twilight, bowstring of hues

as sun finally dips beyond lake,
all our windows opening

to catch the light, we brush
with watercolors in our eyes

to hear murmur of insects
we jar, along with smooth stones

those carefree days have long gone
by distance and choices

i sometimes wonder when
dusk comes, and moon is still-born

if your windows are still 
opening and and listening 


Long window overlooking the back balcony
Good thing the weather was sunny, not rainy.


Posted for D'verse Poets Poetics - Looking Out/Looking In, hosted by Lillian Hallberg ~

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23 comments:

  1. Ohhhhh....if you could hear the audible sigh just uttered at the ending of your words. This is stunning. The last five stanzas (no one can be a favorite) are superb....I listen, I feel, I am IN these lines. Beautifullly writ. Thank you so much for this glorious response to the prompt!

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  2. I liked the phrase "we brush
    with watercolors in our eyes". Nice view from the balcony.

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  3. You are such a superb poet-intimidating, fascinating--makes me feel like an old story teller, writing in prose, playing with line breaks & syllables. I love the line /bowstring of hues/.

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  4. Grace, I have to dub you "Queen of Description and Imagery." I can lose myself in the places you take us to. Really love "watercolors in our eyes."

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  5. The image of the 'still-born moon' has a melancholic ring...as if the reason for the final whimsical reflection may be comnnected to some whispered event...Lovely...

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  6. What a beautiful poem, Grace. I love the wondering.......and especially loved "to catch the light, we brush
    with watercolors in our eyes".

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  7. Bowstring of hues - you have painted with that same watercolor brush and it is a masterpiece!

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  8. Oh Grace...such a gorgeous resplendent poem. Sadness at leaving childhood behind but looking to the future. So many phrases in this I love...watercolors in our eyes, still-born moon, I was in this poem with you.

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  9. Your lines are a treat to read Grace, always. Absolutely mesmerized by 'bowstring of hues' and 'still-born moon'...

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  10. Those last lines are a long sigh after the tumble of images that precede. Beautiful.

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  11. A beautiful poem Grace..it cascades like memories

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  12. Window to the world can be open 24/7 even when physically closed away at ones bay.

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  13. As in many truly remarkable poems, your first line leaves no clue as to where this is going. The subtle shift from "we" to "I" and "you" make this a journey; a voyage has taken place, a parting.

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  14. Wonderful images, Grace. "... we wash with watercolor in our eyes...". Beautiful!

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  15. I love the sound of church bells and miss it; our local church no longer rings its bell. I particularly love:
    'the long day shifts';
    'all our windows opening
    to catch the light, we brush
    with watercolors in our eyes'
    which convey the atmosphere and tiem of day so well.
    My favourite lines:
    'i sometimes wonder when
    dusk comes, and moon is still-born
    if your windows are still
    opening and listening'.

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  16. A beautiful write Grace, I especially love 'as sun finally dips beyond lake, all our windows opening to catch the light, we brush with watercolors in our eyes'

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  17. A beautiful poem. When I got to the last line, I was reminded of those who are robbed of the window (Alzheimer's). So enjoy while we can.

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  18. Your poem appeals to all of the senses. :-)

    ~Imelda

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  19. Sadness to my this but also fond memories. Loved the lines: "to catch the light, we brush
    with watercolors in our eye

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  20. to catch the light, we brush
    with watercolors in our eyes.....loved these lines so much...and the poem....beautiful..nostalgic!!

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  21. An incredible piece of writing. Its got it all ~ sigh ~ you've incorporated absolutely everything required to carry your readers up-up-and-away on words. WONDER-FULL!!!

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