is a grain on my palm -
Shape of the long ship
Sleeve of giant canvas
Crest of the uncharted river
Dreams, like flowers do,
standing at the altar
testifying
Yes, I live & breathe in colors -
Red orange, the halo of rising sun
Red velvet, the sugar feast
Red wine, the color of petals
Red henna, the ink of my pen
In my pouch
Pair of birds
Pair of dragons
Pair of sea-horses
Perhaps I am over-dreaming?
Green forest, untouched by roads
Green tea, warming the beggar's cold hands
Ever-green sea, teeming of fish & shells
Emerald gems, innocence of children
Here is my bouquet of songs
Here is my jar of crayons
A wisp
A cloud-string
I close my eyes
& dive into the wind-
mill of the new day-
Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Poetrics - Take a Leap with Cheryl Kellar - I'm happy to showcase the lovely paintings of Cheryl Kellar ~ See you later when the pub opens at 3pm EST ~
What a graceful (!) way to wake... so lovely when colorful dreams melt into a wonderful morning.. Hope your day will be as good as this :-)
ReplyDeletebouquet of songs and a jar of crayons makes for a fun time, just saying...hahah...over dreaming, is that possible? dive into that wind...there is a nice freedom in your words today grace....and what cool art you have brought us....
ReplyDeleteDreams can sure bring us a whole new way to play and bring forth a fun day
ReplyDeleteThis sounds like my daughter when she picks up colored pencils. Is it possible to have too many dreams? No way! As always, thank you for sharing (tired yet? I hope not, always true). Have a wonderful week!
ReplyDeleteooWoooo! Glorious. I love your mix. Dreams stand at the altar, never to large, never too colorful. I am ready to dive.
ReplyDeleteI love the various colors, the red and green of it all. This had such a great feel to it.
ReplyDeleteLovely green forests................................these days we are loosing them:(
ReplyDeleteJust beautiful Grace!
ReplyDeletesmiles... i love messing with crayons...and the world cannot be colorful enough... love the little details like..Green tea, warming the beggar's cold hands... thanks for bringing such wonderful artwork into the pub grace
ReplyDeleteYou succeeded wonderfully, giving us a perfect illustration of what you suggest we might do with the Kellar paintings. I considered choosing an abstract painting too, & I kind of did, but her Clown art really hooked me. Your cue at letting colors cascade, & cajole you was masterful.
ReplyDeleteI've always been a colored pencils kinda kid... smiles... love your use of color in this piece. It flows perfectly with Kellar's painting.
ReplyDeleteLovely way to wake up! Gorgeous painting--and gorgeous words
ReplyDeleteYes, I live & breathe in colors ...I love this. I just wrote a poem that went with the prompt but I wrote another one for my dad...so I am not joining you at the pub tonight but I loved reading your introduction and your poem.
ReplyDeleteThe ending was perfect - this is beautiful. And I don't think you can over-dream, no, not at all.
ReplyDeleteThere is something so very sensuous and compelling about the writing of vivid colour Grace and you have conveyed this so very well.
ReplyDeleteA feast of colour an beauty.
ReplyDelete"Here is my bouquet of songs" and what a beautiful song it is with its paired beasties.....
ReplyDeleteA lovely poem..beautiful artwork for the prompt.
ReplyDeleteGrace, you put tears in my eyes! Thank you so much!!
ReplyDeleteThank you for generously allowing us to use your paintings Cheryl ~
DeleteI love the play of her colors and how your poem uses them. Spring must be so special for you this year. That's one thing I miss about spending the bulk of winter in the desert--the thrill of spring. But when we return to Reno next week, it will perhaps start all over again.
ReplyDeleteYou are very clever when it comes to words.
ReplyDeleteeasy to get lost in this...just as easy as getting lost in dreams. I enjoyed the red and green stanzas....there is no such thing as over-dreaming.
ReplyDeleteour jar of crayons - that some set away and never return to, perhaps that is the secret to be forever young at heart.
ReplyDeletethese colourful images emerged as wonderful lines here.
ReplyDeleteI also like the green tea for the beggar..and bouquet of songs...can we overdream..I don't think so ;) Thanks for the introduction to Cheryl's art.
ReplyDeleteWow...you dream in living color! Thanks for sharing your dreams and crayons, Grace
ReplyDeleteI really loved the italicized stanzas and how they worked beautifully with the others. This really was beautiful and "colorful" :)
ReplyDeleteSo beautifully lush and lyrical - love the pouch with pairs of birds, dragons, sea horses and the bouquet of songs - K
ReplyDeleteI don't know why, really, but the line 'perhaps I'm over-dreaming' really got to me. It was all beautiful, but that's how I often feel when I try to put together a scribble... Wonderful poem!
ReplyDelete"And suddenly spring is a grain is a grain on my palm" - what a lovely promise!
ReplyDeleteIt's amazing how your poem describes the vividness of the painting. I know... "Duh, Barry, that's the whole point," But the abstract imagery married perfectly with what my own eyes tell me about the painting.
ReplyDelete"Dreams, like flowers do,
standing at the altar
testifying
Yes, I live & breathe in colors -"
Yes.YES. That.
The colors and the dreams juxtaposed to relate most beautifully with the painting. Beautifully done Grace!
ReplyDeleteHank
In my first house I had two cherry blossom trees outside the window. Every day in spring I woke to a bouquet of blossoms. Your poem is as delicate and colorful as they were. Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteThis is beautifully done...so dreamy, so enchanted. I love Cheryl's art too.
ReplyDeleteWhat an enchanting lyric ode to spring. You remind me of why we have language Grace.
ReplyDeleteI am glad that my world is not black / white.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the poem!
Glorious Sunday to you!
Jette Majken
How wonderful!!! The tap root carries life to all the parts. I wish I had done a tree poem.
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