I lift my hands
Above shadows of broken things
I lift my hands
When days empty colors like sands
And every word arrives to sting
I reach for dawn, rising like spring
I lift my hands
Poetry form: Rondelet- Seven lines with rhyme scheme of AbAabbA.
Posted for Imaginary Garden for Real Toads - Hallelujuh and Margaret's Artistic Interpretations
I have used Jennifer MacNeill's photo and you can see more of her work at her website HERE and flicker page HERE.
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i reach for dawn, for the light to come and pierce the dark...yes...nice title, it adds and the repetition works really well in this grace....
ReplyDeleteThank you Brian ~
Deletetremendous interpretation of the photo....
ReplyDeleteThank you Robert ~
DeleteThe lifting up of hands is such a powerful gesture, Grace. I like very much how you incorporated it into your poem.
ReplyDeleteThanks Mary though the armless statue was my inspiration ~
Deleteliturgical, hymn-like lines.you've nailed the brief, it seems.
ReplyDeleteThis is an amazing rondolet Grace .. and says so much more than just the words you say... I can see you dancing cross the room..singing
ReplyDeleteReaching for dawn... Beautiful. :-)
ReplyDelete-HA
A lovely form of prayer.
ReplyDeleteThe message, the form, the pairing of these challenges ~~~ lovely beyond words, Grace. I am inspired.
ReplyDeleteI love the prayer feel and I admire how well done your rondolet is!
ReplyDeleteA beautiful pairing of your words to this image~
It has a cherished feel-love it!
Happy Sunday to you!
Reaching for spring, I can do that at my wing
ReplyDeleteBeautifully done, Grace.
ReplyDeleteLovely rondelet. Love "I reach for dawn".
ReplyDeleteI like the combination of 'I lift my hands' and the image of the statue with no arms!
ReplyDeleteSuch a beautiful interpretation of the photo...lifted hands from arms that cannot reach
ReplyDeleteI contemplated before writing my comment...so much meaning here that my unschooled in poetry
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Your writing is compelling to read. My thoughts wandering with the lifted hands back to my
youth where my family thought that was so "heathen". But not being able to explain why they thought
that way ... "just because."
Thank you for the trip back to memory lane where I would presume " Hallelujuh ! " and the raising of arms would not have happened.
Your association of Hallelujuh and the photo is wonderful... I am happy I stopped by to read your post.
Peace
Siggi
The perfect form for this poem of praise. I thought it was a Triolet but whatever it worked perfectly.
ReplyDeleteI like how you used this form and the images in the poem -- raising hands a meaningful image.
ReplyDeleteSuch a beautiful prayer.
ReplyDeletebeautiful!!
ReplyDeleteThe repetition of I raise my hands definitely gives this piece power.
ReplyDeleteAll the seasons with desires portrayed very nicely.
ReplyDeleteand I am too tempted to try this form:)
ReplyDeleteexquisite Grace ~ have a beautiful day
ReplyDeleteWe look forward to a new day. It comes with lots of anticipation at dawn as always. Nicely Grace!
ReplyDeleteHank
If I write how i feel at this moment i may be overcome in negative energy and this piece does not deserve that. I should have stopped reading at shadows of broken things.
ReplyDeleteA beautiful prayer!
ReplyDeleteAs long as we always lift our hands, everything will be alright in the end :)
ReplyDeleteThere is so much more than the obvious here, Grace. Yes, if we just keep moving...that's the secret of life, I think...don't stop in the shadows too long. This was beautiful.
ReplyDeleteIt is very important to focus on all positive things we have around, and do not pay attention to something went wrong way....Gratitude helps! Nice poem.
ReplyDeleteI love the image of dawn rising like spring. A beautiful poem indeed, Grace.
ReplyDeleteK
I was reminded of a spiritual ritual my sister and I would play at to pull down heavenly power~ Absolutely beautiful vision! Debbie
ReplyDeleteyour use of the form suits the prompt so well, Grace - have a good week ~
ReplyDeleteSo lovely Grace! I am a lover of repetition in poetry/verse, maybe all writing :smiles.
ReplyDeleteYou've created this beautiful undulation of prayer/bequest/deep calling.
I lift my hands… so simply beautiful a gesture - yet so hard to lift one's feelings to that level. I think the domed glass, cupped hands, and light paired with these words is perfectly combined. We choose to box ourselves in - choose to let things go. The key, I believe, is to do it daily, make it a habit! Thanks for joining the challenge.
ReplyDeleteSo meditative and beautiful, Grace!
ReplyDeletebeautiful...the lifting of hands is very meaningful.
ReplyDeleteSometimes, these words can be healing.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful piece!
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This is beautiful, Grace.
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