Thursday, February 22, 2018

The awakening


a voice inside your head
                   
                  be still 

you dab
     clouds of cotton on your       spindled finger
you sleep
     on nest of tangled ferns        & castle of sorrows
you dream
     of that magical kiss under     ocean of stars

i tell you the voice inside my head

rest if you must, if you are tired

                   but wake up

remove the flax & flex
   your wobbling legs, stand-

be the 
            swallow, 
that sways to the flutes of the wind          & wings away-
be the 
            moon, offering

its whole silver light,
even under claws of stormy sky-

and be that 
                   woman
that dances with windy tresses                 & raises a glass

of margarita and says,
Listen! 

I have one heck of a story to tell!   


Sleeping Beauty's Dream by CATRIN WELZ-STEIN

       

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight.  The pub doors open at 3pm EST.  Come and link up and read our poems.   I have written to last week's prompt by Lillian:  Inspired by Art

29 comments:

  1. I love the line break after "you dab." That is hilarious (the dance). My daughters do it all the time. :)

    Excellent work, as always, Grace.

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  2. Oh Grace, this is amazing!
    'you dab
    clouds of cotton on your spindled finger
    you sleep
    on nest of tangled ferns & castle of sorrows'
    and
    'remove the flax & flex
    your wobbling legs...'
    add another dimension to the image.

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  3. Love this especially; "you dab clouds of cotton on your spindled finger."💖

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  4. This is such a beautiful response to the image Grace. I especially love 'you dab
    clouds of cotton on your spindled finger
    you sleep
    on nest of tangled ferns & castle of sorrows'

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  5. It looks like she will have an amazing story to tell when she awakens.

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  6. Beautiful...never let that voice go quiet!

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  7. A wonderful poem and a beautiful image. I wonder what she did dream about.

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  8. Your poem breathes imagery of surrealism.

    This poem of yours is my favorite one. :)

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  9. Oh I do love it... the best of stories to tell... I saw her before I saw the image.

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  10. A story all her own as she makes it so.

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  11. I lost count of the wonderful descriptive phrases! Beautiful write!

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  12. I love your very poetic response to that lovely art. Cheers!

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  13. & raises a glass of margarita and says,
    Listen! I have one heck of a story to tell!

    The beauty of doing 2 things at a time for a woman of leisure!

    Hank

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  14. I have been thinking about you and your situation with your sister. I'd like to think this poem was not only inspired by the artwork but by a very clear and beautiful vision one sister has on the brink of awakening to life beyond, and the love she has passed on to her sister. The idea of shining selflessly like the moon, taking nothing for oneself but being a portal for love to others, is most inspiring.

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  15. Oh--one heck of story to tell. Perfect!

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  16. Your poem seems perfect with the image!

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  17. A beautiful write! My favourite but: "you sleep
    on nest of tangled ferns & castle of sorrows...."

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  18. Grace, this is incredibly lovely. I especially love "be the swallow that sways to the flutes of the wind and wings away." Sigh. Just gorgeous.

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  19. Rest if you must, if you are tired, but wake up! Yes yes!

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  20. This is beautiful, Grace. The imagery and the sound, just lovely.

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  21. Beautiful write, Grace, with a great kick at the end! Love it!

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  22. This is so potent and could stand for so much: a call to awaken, an understanding of frailty but a reminder to be resilient and to make one's voice heard...

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  23. I love the way you've constructed this piece - a wonderful cascade of images that tumble, melodiously, to a stunning finish.

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  24. I like the way the words fall down the page. These are the words that spoke to me the most, "be that
    woman
    that dances with windy tresses "

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  25. your interpretation of the fabulous image is interesting - the selected words and the way you've broken them up on the page is suggestive of a staccato effect, very birdsong-ish - and there are some delightful images:

    you dab
    clouds of cotton on your spindled finger
    you sleep
    on nest of tangled ferns & castle of sorrows

    - it's really rather a delightfully surprising piece - the only thing that "jars me" is the Margarita - LOL - but in some way, it brings it all back to the waking/realtime ... so Cheers!

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  26. That's a very beautiful artwork.
    When someone with a glass of margarita tells you to listen, you listen. :)

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  27. Beautiful piece with a great ending.

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