Tuesday, April 17, 2018

where is the choir of spring?





grab me a mirage of purple and lilacs
to bouquet the sky of grey & icy nights-
spring awaits, choir of color, fiery topaz-

i watch the rain hammer the bare backs
of trees as sun billows behind bland whites-
grab me a mirage of purple and lilacs

my hands are tarred in disquiet
viewing soggy heads of dead roses, black-
where is spring, choir of color, fiery topaz?

my eyes are strained, seeing snow in cracks
of climbing walls & flower pots, knitted tight
is this season a mirage of purple and lilacs?

i count the days where i'll sit on hammock,
read my books with slow pace and re-write 
spring's arrival, choir of color, fiery topaz-

the gem in my canvas of cottonwood & hemlock-
my footsteps turn to fancy and air light                                
paint me a mirage of purple and lilacs
spring awaits, choir of color, fiery topaz!



Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Hosted by Sarah Connor on the artwork of Fay Collins.  Villanelle poetry form (19 Lines).   We had ice storm over the weekend and its already the middle of April.    Thanks for your visit.

21 comments:

  1. Hot damn, this is outstanding, Gracie!!!

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  2. ... the opening stanza especially

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  3. Oh I love the way you write Villanelles... the repetition and small variations going from hope to ice-storm to hope and longing again works so very well... I talked to a friend in Toronto who told me about the terrible weather you've had.

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  4. Fay Collins uses any shades of blue in her paintings, which really appeals to me. This is a beautiful image and your Vilanelle is equally beautiful, Grace. I particularly love the lines:
    'grab me a mirage of purple and lilacs
    to bouquet the sky of grey & icy nights'
    and-
    'my hands are tarred in disquiet
    viewing soggy heads of dead roses, black'.
    The repeated line echoes, a 'choir of colour' throughout!

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  5. There's something beautiful about a villanelle. This is so lyrical, and I love your use of colour. I also like the way the repetitions in the poem echo the repetition in the image. They work together so well.

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  6. Your use of color makes me know speing is right around the corner.

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  7. Those are wild fierce colours to your spring!

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  8. Nice description of rain hammering the "bare backs" of trees.

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  9. A very lovely vilanelle. My favourite bit is this description- to bouquet the sky...
    How I wish this was a regular part of life.

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  10. What a wonderful vilanelle! I especially liked "my hands are tarred in disquiet"

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  11. You may have to keep counting those days if winter won't go away haha ugg.

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  12. Spring will come soon - and sing, as has your words.
    Lovely.
    Anna :o]

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  13. Gorgeous villanelle. It is perfect for the blues in this wonderful picture. I especially like your colors in the last stanza

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  14. i count the days where i'll sit on hammock,
    read my books with slow pace and re-write
    spring's arrival, choir of color, fiery topaz-

    How one longed for the peace and greenery of Spring. You described all the drab existing then so beautifully, Grace!
    Great villanelle!

    Hank

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  15. You really are counting the days to color and fiery topaz.
    Good job.
    Dwight

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  16. Beautifully done villanelle. I am still awaiting the choir of spring. I hope to hear spring's song soon.

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  17. Beautiful villanelle, Grace. I enjoy that form so much. It doesn’t seem hackneyed, as so many forms do.

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  18. Your use of form fits wonderfully with the pattern of the seasons. Beautiful!

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  19. You did well with this villanelle. Fiery topaz....come forth!

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  20. Spring awaits, and waits some more this year! Lucky me, in sunny CA but I remember what it was like.

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  21. Reading this is like being swept up in a whirlwind of color and illusion. Dizzying it can be, expecting the full showcase of spring.

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