Thursday, June 17, 2021

flights of fancy


imagine this  - your body lifting fancy free

to fields, as if you are seeder of words 

to sky, as if you are gatherer of cottonweeds

to sea, as if you are fisher of night stars


to fields, as if you are seeder of words

knuckled & knotted, you lay them on canvas

wielding ink & pen, you blade them to exotic fruits


to sky, as if you are gatherer of cottonweeds

tying a bouqet of wildflowers & sunflowers

you find your footing, right here, drawing ships


to sea, as if you are fisher of night stars

floating in the primal scream of your longing, you

fly on stilettos!  you bead starlight all the way to the moon!


                                                              by Catrin Welz-Stein

   

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Trimeric form which was invented by Dr. Charles Stone.   Please join us when the pub door opens at 3pm EST.

26 comments:

  1. I’ve spent much of this morning researching / reading Dr. Stone’s poetry. He is “amazing” thanks for the introduction to a new form (for me.)

    The trimeric you composed is breathtaking.

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  2. I think as a poet you can be all of these things you imagined in your poem, Grace! So beautifully woven. Enchanting! And I love the image, I remember the prompt featuring the artwork of Catrin Welz-Stein.

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  3. Wow, wow, wow! This is incredibly stunning, Grace 😍 I love the natural flow, the tone and cadence here. This particular bit stood out for me; "to sky, as if you are gatherer of cottonweeds tying a bouqet of wildflowers & sunflowers you find your footing, right here, drawing ships."💝

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  4. Oh... I really feel as a poet we can travel with our words as wings, over land and over sea... and to the sky.

    Our pens has that power

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  5. Oh, to be a fisher of night stars—lovely image.

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  6. Grace,
    Our imagination gives us wings. I love this line: "wielding ink & pen, you blade them to exotic fruits" Just beautiful. Thanks for introducing us to the trimeric, by the way. Enjoyed experimenting with it!
    pax, dora

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    1. That's my favorite line too!
      This was a lovely poem Grace!

      Sincerely,
      David

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  7. You started with a wonderful framework in your first stanza and then sparkled the rest with magic. Nicely done!

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  8. p.s. the ms_lili comment is mine

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  9. to sea, as if you are fisher of night stars
    floating in the primal scream of your longing, you
    fly on stilettos! you bead starlight all the way to the moon!

    Love the feelings of mobility and movements in your flight of fancy, Grace! How nice to be able to be free.

    Hank

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  10. I could imagine this and felt myself float with your words. The perfect artwork. I remember writing to her work before. It was great fun and imaginative.

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  11. Great work, Grace! Flying on stilettos!!!
    Thanks for the intro to this form.
    It's late, so I'll hafta read & comment on other MTBs tomorrow. Thanks again.

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  12. "floating in the primal scream of your longing."

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  13. dreamy with the right hint of intensity and melancholy, Grace:

    floating in the primal scream of your longing, you

    fly on stilettos! you bead starlight all the way to the moon!

    ahhhh.

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  14. I love your flights of fancy, wonderful feeling of inspiration and weightlessness.

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  15. I am transported, Grace. I simply love the whole landscape here. This line, though: "To sea, as if you are fisher of night stars."<3

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  16. That sounds like a wonderful journey!

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  17. I''d be so exceptionally happy and content in that world~

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  18. Great poem, Grace. Love "flying on stilettos"

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  19. oh this is beautiful Grace! Love the expanse of the piece — so well written!

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  20. What a fun form. Thanks for the introduction. And by golly, what a lovely one you penned. Enjoyed it tremendously. Atta girl! She knows how to fly.

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  21. Beading starlight to the moon! What a lovely description of what the poet in all of us does, whether we know we're poets or not.

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  22. lyric as a bedtime tale, Grace ~

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  23. Every poet's dream - to know what there is to know, and then to share.

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