Monday, July 29, 2019

Grandmother





i could paint you
dainty as lavender
and your cheeks
pearled pink peony

but it wouldn't be a true
snapshot 
unfiltered you
is freckled by sun

with hands
deeply-grooved
by changing sea tides

your words steady
as you crochet 
bedsheet with scent
of earth


Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille, hosted by Mish.  This is a 44 word post, with the given word, FRECKLE.  Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.

18 comments:

  1. Your words remind me of my grandmother, and I wonder if that’s what our grandchildren will think of us. The scent might not be lavender and we might knit instead of crochet, but I have freckles on my hands!

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  2. I like the thought of being freckled by the sun.

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  3. I love this Grace. My favorite lines 'with hands deeply- grooved by changing sea tides'- a beautiful analogy.

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  4. I can feel the tenderness in this, and see your grandmother's hands moving rhythmically.

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  5. Oh i luv the scent of lavender very soothing. And, i still crochet. Did a table cloth a wedding gift this year And i sm a grandma. I clsim this poem in love 😊

    Happy Monday

    Much❤🕊❤love

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  6. I appreciate the genuine love you have for your grandmother shining through your words. You make me think of my grandma.

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  7. Best to think of our loved ones in unfiltered light indeed. We love them freckles and all. A tender write.

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  8. Tender and poignant. The details tell the story.

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  9. Simply loverly, Grace...yes, freckles and all!

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  10. A beautiful tribute to your grandmother.

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  11. so much love in these lines not least "bedsheet with scent
    of earth
    "
    grandmothers are our roots

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  12. This line leaves me a little breathless:
    "unfiltered you
    is freckled by sun"

    LOVE.

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  13. Grandmothers sure hold much wisdom and freckles from the sun indeed.

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  14. A lovely homage to your grandmother. I have so many memories of mine that I was close to and all of them wonderful.

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  15. Hands are so evocative. My grandmother's were always at work as well.

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  16. very touching Grace and so well crafted

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  17. Lovely, Grace. Unfiltered, our every mark shows.

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  18. I love the contrast of the changing waves and the steady hands.. She encompasses something that would have seemed to be greater, but she exceeds it in her hands. And the fecund sweet scent of Earth! Such a loving portrait Grace

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