Photography credit: Ron Isaacs
Inside, I seethe
of too much smoke & acid
Leaves still their rise
to highest step, olive & grey
As my hands curl to fists
Quick to rage at slightest hurt & injustice
To grave displays of arrogance and power-
I should be collecting colors &
tea bags & wine bottles -
My cupboard is empty of feathers & recipes.
At dawn, I see the moon
red-radiant, above the changing seasons
outside my window, I want to
frame & re-frame
my perspective, give thanks for
every rain dance, every drum song,
every morning's lilting prayer-
I am working on this-
Posted for Imaginary Garden for Real Toads - Working on That & Collections - Thanks for the visit ~
i am working on this too.
ReplyDeleteits the framing and reframing our perspective
that will save us...not trusting the one we see
but listening as well to the others around us
seeing as many different perspectives
as we can...
I agree, its a matter of perspective as there are some things beyond our control ~ Thanks Brian ~
DeleteA different framed look, can lead one to see things in a new way
ReplyDeleteI agree Pat ~
DeleteThis is a wonderful response to both prompts but remains a poem that rests on its own credentials. That is an amazingly poetic image too.
ReplyDeleteThank Kerry ~ Some of my images are from Colossal ~
Deletethe endeavour to frame and re-frame our perspectives does keep us alive....
ReplyDeleteThanks Sumana ~
DeleteI enjoy all the details you include but the beauty for me is in the underlying honest of recognizing the process, the incompleteness that we all are.
ReplyDeleteThis is glorious to read.........I love the cupboard "empty of feathers and recipes" , and the darn moon "red radiant". Wonderful imagery - original, the collecting of "tea bags and wine bottles" - you sound like me, hee hee.
ReplyDeleteOhh! Grace I like this poem about frames. To be in it, or out, or both...
ReplyDeleteI think we must be in it, but somtimes we MUST out to be free...
Hugs
JetteMajken
i love, love this poem, Grace. i should be collecting colors, too. LOVE.
ReplyDeleteVery nice job! Like, like, like!
ReplyDeleteBeautifully expressed, something I need to work on too.
ReplyDeleteWorking at that...we all should. Well done.
ReplyDeleteA poem we can all aspire to! Well done.
ReplyDeleteA work on progress, as we all are. x
ReplyDeleteLove the title...We are all in varied stages of "working on that." Beautiful piece that combines both challenges to stand on its own.
ReplyDeleteyes...hopefully we are all working on that...and hopefully we never stop
ReplyDeleteWe should all be working to grow out of our present frames of reference, to see things from other perspectives, to know we aren't necessarily right or other people wrong.
ReplyDeleteK
Love this:
ReplyDelete" I want to
frame & re-frame
my perspective, give thanks for
every rain dance, every drum song,
every morning's lilting prayer-"
What lovely poem Grace!
ReplyDeleteReally beautiful like you say!
All we work in it dear and pray too:)
Your details feel like a spell cast on humanity! Wonderful to read-
ReplyDeleteThis is a very lovely poem Grace! :-) I like it very much! :-)
ReplyDeleteOne gets unnecessarily wedged in sometimes that the emptiness is enhanced. Wonderful write Grace!
ReplyDeleteHank
Growth! Striving towards greater life and growth! This is excellent to read....when we stop growing, either in our poetry or life, we are courting death.
ReplyDeletethis has such energy!
Hugs,
Lady Nyo (Jane)
Off subject a bit, but I liked the mention of the moon in this poem too. For me, it brought them both together. Intentional? As always, thank you! Happy Easter!!
ReplyDeleteGiving thanks for it all- I'm working on that too.
ReplyDeletethe final line is a fitting cap to the title, Grace. Happy Easter :) ~
ReplyDelete