Tuesday, September 22, 2020

Keeper of secrets

 

the days blur in sulfur  

time is raging sky of crimson & smoke

and come nights

your eyes are teacups of insomnia 


the intensity of your secrets eat you

your dreadful premonitions wither you

as if all your life events

are open book somersaulting in street corner


bring the watcher

he is a guardian riding on swallow's wings

he hands over the

key of the moon to


you

& you 

are hallowed in silence, 

made of candlelight

& cosmic heartbeats


catching feverish dream of cathedrals afloat in the universe





Posted for dVerse Poetics:   Let Your Words Be Your Paintbrush, hosted by Lillian.  We are writing about the work of artist C. Welz-Stein.  Join us when the pub door opens at 3pm.  Thank you.

24 comments:

  1. Oh I love this version... I think I would need the key to the moon some nights as well... day problems are gravity.

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  2. This is quite beautiful, Grace. The closing stanzas are amazing and evocative, especially with these lines:

    "You

    are hallowed in silence,

    made of candlelight

    & cosmic heartbeats



    catching feverish dream of cathedrals afloat in the universe"

    It's captivating and surreal. Beautifully penned and as well exquisite.

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  3. I love this poem of secrets, Grace, the use of colour in the first stanza, and the line: ‘the intensity of your secrets eats you’. I also love the lines:
    ‘& you
    are hallowed in silence,
    made of candlelight
    & cosmic heartbeats’.

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  4. This is absolutely gorgeous in its use of language and imagery, Grace!❤️ The moon is without a doubt the keeper of secrets.

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  5. The first stanza is jaw dropping to me. Having visited some hot sulphur springs in Iceland, of all places, I remember the fumes and the steam that actually do blur your vision....and then the use of the word crimson which, in my mind, so equates with raging. And teacup eyes for insomnia. Oh yes....secrets kept can be disturbing...seeking the keys to the moon --- where perhaps we can lock our secrets away??? Or are there more secrets there that will come tumbling out?
    The somersaulting line is also so vivid for me.
    Your use of language is always so vivid! Really like this as it relates to the artwork!

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  6. ..."made of candlelight and cosmic heartbeats" my favorite of all the beautiful phrases here!

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  7. I like the surreal feel to this, especially that last line that for some reason I only noticed the third reading of this poem.

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  8. So many beautiful lines in this, Grace! "The days blur in sulfur" sets the tone. "Teacups of insomnia" "life events... somersaulting on a street corner" and that ending line.

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  9. your eyes are teacups of insomnia

    oh, yes!

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  10. Oh yeah; the teacup eyes and the cannibalistic secrets...everything in this piece rocks, Grace.

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  11. This seems dark and edgy. I wonder what we would find if the moon was unlocked

    bring the watcher

    he is a guardian riding on swallow's wings

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  12. I really love your ending...
    you

    are hallowed in silence,

    made of candlelight

    & cosmic heartbeats

    This is great... silence made of candle light!!

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  13. I love teacups of insomnia. I can relate.

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  14. A stunning piece and I especially enjoyed your last stanza. I feel cosmic heartbeats give a feeling of hope.

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  15. It seems like 'the watcher' brings some much-needed respite to a tortured soul. I love the description 'your eyes are teacups of insomnia.'

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  16. Eyes that are "teacups of insomnia" - what a great description. Mine have been like that all night. Smiles. I love the guardian riding on swallow's wings, and your closing lines are perfect.

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  17. As surreal and beautiful as the picture! Loved every line!

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  18. bring the watcher
    he is a guardian riding on swallow's wings
    Really like this image Grace, and naming him the watcher.

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  19. There's a dreamy feel to this, as befits the artwork. You capture the burden of being the keeper of secrets, and the magic, as well.

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  20. A dream guardian! We all need one of those.

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  21. Wonderful wordsmithing, Grace. Your poetic vision is as surreal as the painting.

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  22. I love the transition from insomnia to a state of wonder, if not repose. Well done!

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  23. Missed your posts Grace...happy to find you again here

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  24. bring the watcher
    he is a guardian riding on swallow's wings
    he hands over the key of the moon to you

    There is an element of a guardian angel watching over us in our moments of despair to offer blessings, so it appears, Grace!

    Hank

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