Tuesday, June 8, 2021

Risk of burning the moon


here is paint box

where my shadows lurk 

shaped of black candles & stiff

broken wings

i put on the gloves of


anger & sadness within me

this hard seed of hurt

is deeply rooted, rimming

brimming my wildflowers to rot


i risk it all out in the canvas

altar of regrets

dry rust of barren earth

prickled words wombed from streets-

f__k this stupid shit!


the bloom of my skin turn

to knots

to twisted violet

until the violent wind dies within me

pale & half-apologetic


this mirror of myself

a burnt pendant moon

a wintered darkness

i own it, 

& learn to live with it



Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Poetics, Taking a Risk by guest Host, Tricia Sankey.  Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.  Thanks for your comments.


25 comments:

  1. 'I own it' ... there is so much depth in this piece Grace. So much.

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  2. I love what you did here... the image of letting the flower rot, and how you express it with the darker blocks of the paintbox.

    To see the darkness and own it, that is probably the only way.

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  3. 'this hard seed of hurt' is a striking image. When hurt hardens into resentment it can be very painful to live with. I love the assonance and alliteration of

    'to twisted violet
    until the violent wind dies within me'

    I feel that certain ghosts are being laid to rest in this poem.

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  4. "i risk it all out in the canvas
    altar of regrets"
    so powerful and honest.
    your conclusion of acceptance after acknowledgement is touching and wise.

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  5. Grace,
    "i risk it all out in the canvas/altar of regrets": the sense of returning daringly, compulsively to fulfill a dark need to expose darkness rather than hide it, this is so wonderfully portrayed here.
    pax,
    dora

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  6. "i risk it all out in the canvas/altar of regrets/dry rust of barren earth/prickled words wombed from streets,".. this is incredibly deep and poignant. Gorgeous depiction of how it is when taking risks, Grace!💝💝

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  7. This was painful to read. It is good that you have your paintbox and tools to channel the "inner hard seed of hurt". A beautifully touching poem.

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  8. Powerful and heartfelt imagery. "this mirror of myself
    a burnt pendant moon" resonates. I think at a certain age we do tend to own it. 👏👏

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  9. I feel this was cathartic for you to write. You have exorcised some demons here and I absolutely love this ...
    "i risk it all out in the canvas
    altar of regrets
    dry rust of barren earth
    prickled words wombed from streets-
    f__k this stupid shit!"

    ☺️💕

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  10. the hard seed of hurt needs not to be propergated! thought provoking and wonderful

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  11. I'm feeling it right along with you, Grace; esp liked (?) the hard seeds and rotting wildflowers stanza. Great stuff.

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  12. “shaped of black candles & stiff
    broken wings“

    Right about here, I sat up straight, knowing this was going to be mighty intense. You always deliver, deep and hard. You are such a powerful, glittering, fragrant writer.

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  13. 'prickled words wombed from streets' This line stood out for me.
    A profound piece of writing with depth and wonderful imagery.

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  14. The burnt pendant moon-unique and never-changing. Love all the unaltered imagery in your poem.

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  15. a wintered darkness
    i own it,
    & learn to live with it

    Love the close Grace! It takes courage to own up to delimiting nuances of oneself but it provides good ingredients for improvement.

    Hank

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  16. as visceral a pen from your hands as I've seen, Grace. direct to the vitals ~

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  17. Wow, Grace. This is so powerful. It really feels to me like looking at a slice of your mind.

    Yours,
    David

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  18. such a visceral image of anger--we do need to own it if we are ever to let it go.

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  19. This jumps right in which such a great image: paint box

    where my shadows lurk

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  20. Anger born of frustration seeded by sorrow is an indigo of emotion — I felt you transitioning to that depth in this piece Grace. Very strong and so well written.

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  21. 'this hard seed of hurt', 'until the violent wind dies within me' and 'I own it' are what strike me most. Maybe it's been my mood of late or maybe I'm of a maturity to finally own my own, but genuinely feel this thought provoking write.

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  22. This hurt, this mirror, this darkness - this canvas on which to spill it all. I read the use of it, I admire it, I found myself wishing for it to be unburdening, even healing.

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  23. It is so important to have an outlet for our difficult emotions and feelings. Well done Grace!

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  24. the freedom and bravery in your last stanza are palpable. the details are vivid, Grace. so good.

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