its been raining for several days,
water paling streets of colors,
waning days of summer
these nights
i pour tapioca pearls in milky drink,
stirring in brown sugar with gelatin ice
sweetly predictable
on my tongue, dulled of sun spice
on my hands, white canvas
i polish the words
lush brown, blistering red, vibrant green
into my pocket, lined with purple berries
i wait for spell of autumn
Posted for The Mag: 133 - Thanks for the visit ~
smiles..i am waiting for autumn as well....this is a really delicate verse...a moment i dont want to break...the stirring of the drink...nice vivid adjectives through there make it easily visible...i like...
ReplyDeleteLove this piece. A beautiful and delicious write. One to read again Grace!
ReplyDeleteso delicious..so love the polished words in your pocket...mmmm..i too am so ready for autumn..x
ReplyDeletesweetly predictable . . . I like that.
ReplyDeleteGorgeous, Grace! This is delicious.
ReplyDelete"these nights
i pour tapioca pearls in milky drink,
stirring in brown sugar with gelatin ice" ... Sounds so yummy. :)
It sure is...its an asian drink like bubble tea ~
DeleteYeah autumn is much cooler and all the sights to see as you say, just let it stretch out until stupid winter goes away.
ReplyDeleteWell Grace, as the bugs seem to being dying out a bit now, I won't mind if it stays right where it is for as long as, she we not be too greedy and say, the end of March? LOL
ReplyDeleteA lovely rich, yummy, read.
loved the colors in here, gorgeous write!
ReplyDeleteMe too.... Nice take!
ReplyDeleteJJRod'z
Such a beautiful reading of this painting.
ReplyDeleteWell handled colors and tastes at least for me... it was easy to conjure them in my imagination as I read. Your drink wasn't exactly to my taste though. I would prefer some kind of lime flavor if you don't mind and the waiter is still on duty :D
ReplyDeleteI love that opening, Grace!
ReplyDeleteDelicious write! I'm waiting too...so ready for autumn...
ReplyDeleteI am torn between the second to last stanza and this line:
ReplyDeletewater paling streets of colors,
Delicious poem!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem ... immersing in the words !!!
ReplyDeleteI love the way you were able to fade summer memories to white with your exotic drink, Grace. Your poem is so beautiful and I thank you so much for sharing it here. =D
ReplyDeleteFall is my favorite time of the year... I can't wait either for it's arrival!Wonderful as always.
ReplyDelete"these nights
ReplyDeletei pour tapioca pearls in milky drink,
stirring in brown sugar with gelatin ice
sweetly predictable
on my tongue, dulled of sun spice
on my hands, white canvas"
In the center of this poem, as in the center of the narrator/artist, is the ambrosia of warmed certainty that cuts the chill and damp among those awaiting the change of seasons. How beautiful! So I see a Duchamp moment of one woman walking . . .
well done....enjoyed your words...thanks for this
ReplyDeleteQuite lovely, and the wait for spell of autumn arrives on your i pour tapioca pearls in milky drink (very vivid) yes I feel the changing of the season....sadly.
ReplyDeletespeechless.....!!
ReplyDeleteWould love to know what Tapioca pearls are ....beautiful ...love Autumn but am hoping for an Indian Summer in the UK as it's been kind of hit and miss this summer ...thanks for sharing x
ReplyDeleteLovely poem - Reading the Bubble Tea Leaves! (Pearls of wisdom - patience.) k.
ReplyDeleteYour poem is lush, full of color, images .. really enjoyed it!!
ReplyDeleteLovely words and imagery.
ReplyDeleteGorgeous words to go with such a lovely image. Unfamiliar with Block until now ;-)
ReplyDeletePolished words in your pocket -how useful, and they are already turning to Autumn colours. What a lovely image.
ReplyDeleteI'm waiting for autumn as well. And now I really want to try whatever drink you described!
ReplyDeleteIntoxicating - and anything but predictable.
ReplyDeletePowerful and soulful observing and merging with nature , Grace, this is pure spirit !
ReplyDeleteSo much colour, grace
ReplyDeleteI loved the pocket of purpled berries.
And yes, come september, come
Rick
You have made the seasons delicious Grace! :-)
ReplyDeleteBeautiful writing. Love the tapioca pearls - we used to get it at school, commonly known as 'Frogs' Sporn' Convent girls are terible!
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