Grace @ Everyday Amazing
Keningston Market, Toronto
A flower blooms-
lavender, perfumed cheeks-
boldly inking the walls with stories
- bloody-birthed, coarse as salt
from far-away shores-
Leaves grow with curried veins,
Underneath myriad of colors
- a heartbeat pulses-
A tree, standing in the muddy river-
Sunlight reflects her beauty,
fragmented yet uniquely whole-
- this city,
built on immigrants' dreams-
Posted for Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Stretching Comparisons
and Poetry Jam - Reflections -
What a lovely reflection on your city! Thanks for posting it to share with us at Poetry Jam!
ReplyDeleteA very heartfelt poem, Grace. Love the idea that your city was built on immigrants' dreams; and wouldn't they be proud of they could see it now? (I hope so!) And wonderful that sunlight reflects its beauty.....
ReplyDeleteso nice...and I love the reflections on immigrants dreams
ReplyDeletewhat lovely poem Grace!
ReplyDeleteTruly brought her alive at your hive, such dreams many ponder as they come from beyonder
ReplyDeleteSo unique a metaphor to extend! The seeds from afar, the curried leaves, the stories, yes because the plant life thrives bringing its scent and taste together I feel the pride of this city. Glorious.
ReplyDeleteReally gorgeous and creative imagery in this!
ReplyDeletethis city built on immigrant dreams...a wonderful play off the street art again...i may need to come visit just to see this...smiles..so many seeds....so many stories...in this city...
ReplyDeleteThe whole piece flows nicely, Grace; and your extended metaphor works well here, with botanical and culinary references. Those last two lines add just the right touch.
ReplyDeleteSo lovely, Grace. A city and, indeed, a country built on immigrants' dreams. I love it. O Canada!
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A beautiful display of the city ... it looked dreamy !!!
ReplyDeleteThis is an amazing poem, Grace. What an analogy, beautifully wrought.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful !! Amazing !!!
ReplyDeleteHave a nice weekend :)
groayla
...i can sense your connectivity in this street art Grace... deeply inspired.. and it's like your seeing your own story before the image... great one... smiles...
ReplyDeleteA beautiful verse
ReplyDeleteToronto just keeps on growing and growing. My roots though are in Ottawa. Once the cleanest city in North America and always smelled of fresh flowers.
ReplyDeleteEnjoyed this, Grace... I love the heartbeat pulse of the tree.
ReplyDeleteI love this Grace. You bring such emotion into your poetry.
ReplyDeleteA city built on immigrant's dream..that sounds so romantic! Beautiful
ReplyDeleteA beautiful poem,,,a beautiful reflection on your city,,, "built on immigrants' dreams-"
ReplyDeleteLovely combination of image and words .....
ReplyDeleteimmigrants? Where does your family come from, Grace?
ReplyDeleteamazing compilation of comparisons on beauty ! The last line is magnificent !
ReplyDeleteBeautiful mural. Fits these words so.
ReplyDeletethe closing lines are fantastic....beautiful!
ReplyDeleteThe image is brilliant in a way that could have been intimidating. Not for you, though. Lovely, exciting response.
ReplyDeleteHi Grace! Such beautiful analogies, really loved dancing through these stanzas. :-)
ReplyDeleteBeautiful art for inspiration! Even though I think your words would flow even without the mural!
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