the birds inked the sky with their plumes
as if they knew a secret that i don't know of
cut from the same hewn, like school of fish,
they cocked their heads in perfect angle
hovering
in mid-city sky, taupe and white
wingtips
pointing to the same direction & fate --
i listen closely, my nostrils prickling at
their
steadfast sentiments, the shape of squares
reminding me of my mother's shawl
now
folded neatly in a drawer with her rosary --
shaking their feathers in a final wave,
i
see one thousand birds soaring in unison,
to a place I have yet to go --
leaving me, rooted with questions,
leaving me, rooted with questions,
& pondering my next step
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Ekphrasis is the graphic, often dramatic, description of a visual work of art. The word comes from the Greek ek and phrasis, 'out' and 'speak' respectively, and as a verb it means to proclaim or call an inanimate object by name.
Amazing! You help me see. It could be that place we have not been save deep in an illness and resuscitated from that still cock our ears to hear and sniff hoping to remember. I love your mom in the middle.
ReplyDelete"rooted with questions," that's about where i am. lovely, grace!
ReplyDeleteha cool transition to your mothers shawl....i listen closely, my nostrils prickling at
ReplyDeletetheir steadfast sentiments...is a line that jumps out at me...very visual....also like the allusion to fish as it def reminds me of a school of fish...
Very lovely and I especially love the recollection of your mother's shawl, now folded in a drawer. Very cool.
ReplyDeleteVery well done, Grace. These lines really brought the picture into focus for me:
ReplyDeletehovering in mid-city sky, taupe and white
wingtips pointing to the same direction & fate --
and I also loved the way you related the pattern to a mother's shawl. That made it so personal.
oh, what a lovely parallel, Grace!
ReplyDeleteYes, very cool transitions and descriptions. k.
ReplyDeleteNice grasp of taking it to different lengths, liked the school of fish remark too. Both the cat enjoys at his zoo haha
ReplyDeleteWow, thinking about your mother's shawl folded along with her rosary. So many times we keep things once of value to someone........I have many things like this and am not sure what will happen to them when.....
ReplyDeleteOh, yes, Grace. Birds are amazing when they fly in perfect formation. I had been thinking it must have been boring for Escher to do the same bird over and over again, but your poem taught me otherwise.
ReplyDeleteK
nature has this way of making us confront metaphysical questions to which we cant find readymade answers.mountains and streams and clouds often make me feel like this.beautifully done.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful Grace.
ReplyDeleteI like what you did with this Escher picture. It is one of those that make me feel dizzy if I look too long or too closely! Nice write!
ReplyDeleteAh...so good. So very good.
ReplyDeleteSo beautiful.... I loved the images that your words brought to my mind.....
ReplyDeleteYour words seem to make the birds in the painting move,,,,"hovering in mid-city sky, taupe and white
ReplyDeletewingtips pointing to the same direction & fate -- " "rooted with questions",,,,we are that,,,
This is so lovely Grace...referencing your mother's shawl and rosary; I immediately connected with both my parents- who are now gone and the rosaries I have from them both.
ReplyDeleteThis, I believe is the magic of words and poetry, in particular when it can speak to so many and individually at the same time!
So lovely...reminding me of my mother's shawl
ReplyDeletenow folded neatly in a drawer with her rosary...love this! I have my mother's shawls in my drawer :( Beautiful!
I love this, Grace... the image of the birds leading to the memory of a mother's shawl... and what's beyond the here and now...
ReplyDeletelove how you come from the birds to your mothers shawl..the memories and pondering about your own way...
ReplyDeleteexquisite Grace... lovely combination of memory and wonder.
ReplyDeleteGrace--this is beautiful. I love how you wove your memory with your images.
ReplyDeleteA very vivid poem, and what a perfect picture to go with it.
ReplyDeleteFirst of all, I love the title... and then I loved every word after that.
ReplyDeleteJust wonderful.
I stand outside many an evening watching flocks of geese fly by, listening...
I can always be assured I will be inspired after reading your work! Beautiful! :)
ReplyDeletePerfect for Escher's piece. Love where the inspiration took you. Great write Grace.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful write, Grace! So very vivid and moving.
ReplyDeletethe flyingness of birds is a wonder isnt it
ReplyDeletei stand and look up and feel like i am
like a crab watching fish school above me
What a great resolution--contrasting flight with being"rooted...pondering next steps. There's always something to make our thoughts soar. Nice job, Grace. Don't visit back...no post from me tonight.
ReplyDeleteSK
..to see familiar patterns in nature and shapes that trigger such poetry is a gift..well done, Grace;)
ReplyDeleteBirds have always amazed me - how they always fly in unison & seem to know where they are going. I wonder what they think of us?
ReplyDeleteBeing observant pays off. Well done.
This is lovely! I like much the ending with it's tension and expectation, leaving the reader to ponder with you. The haiga fits perfectly!
ReplyDeleteWe often wonder what is it the other side. The grass is always greener we're told! Nicely Grace!
ReplyDeleteHank
Oh, Grace, another graceful and rich poem. This smoothly-flowing contemplation is amazing!
ReplyDeleteHugs, Mariya
(P.S. I haven't been here long, but will now remember to follow, so I don't miss any more)
MK
very cool poem - Escher does have that effect...questions.
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely lovely, Grace~! I was reminded (by the colors of taupe and white) of Sandhill Cranes....they flock together like this...1000s at a time.
ReplyDeleteVery moving poem.
Lady Nyo
Nicely written, left me pondering. Is it better to fly along with the flock, following the same direction and fate, or is there some place for individuality? There is a certain beauty and value in conformity, yet our Selves wish to make our own direction.
ReplyDeleteThis is very beautiful Grace. Soothing to the soul :)
ReplyDeleteLovely expression of grief and wonder.
ReplyDeleteSmashingly well done.
ReplyDeletegreat piece. Love the piece as a whole, but also the stanzas in isolate, greatly done. Thanks
ReplyDeletewonderfully written!
ReplyDeleteoh, i love this, Grace! perfectly accompanied by the Escher!
ReplyDeletehappy day, dear!
♥
I sometimes think of birds like that too, they know secrets. They get to fly to really cool places.
ReplyDeleteThe shawl and rosary is a beautiful touch for things flown beyond, Grace.
Peace and love to you today, and always.
xoxo
are the birds going to a place they have never been? are they really going anywhere?
ReplyDeleteWhat I truly loved was the mention of your mom and her shawl, it pulled, no, it yanked at my heartstrings. How you brought that into this verse was beautiful, Grace. Wishing you a wonderful weekend!
ReplyDelete--to a place I have yet to go --
ReplyDeleteSo the future remains for all of us... :)