Saturday, October 4, 2014

October rust






I am restless tonight while shadows are obsessed with shape of the lamp.

 The moon wears raven mask and comes into my room with glass of water.

She sits and reads the book while I bury my emptiness in a lacquered box.

 Language arrives with new set of colours - wheat, rust and nest of bones.  



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62 comments:

  1. Carrie Van HornOctober 4, 2014 at 1:36 PM

    This reminds me of when I went to bed as a child. When it first got dark I would see so much in the shadows. The last line in this is beautiful Grace!

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  2. Kerry O'ConnorOctober 4, 2014 at 2:01 PM

    Each sentence is a poem in its own right. Exquisite.

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    1. GraceOctober 4, 2014 at 8:54 PM

      It can be read individually, thanks Kerry ~

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  3. hedgewitchOctober 4, 2014 at 2:52 PM

    The play of light and shadow, color and absence of color, flickers like firelight through this, Grace. I particularly love the last line.

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  4. AnonymousOctober 4, 2014 at 3:01 PM

    the last line is endearing... there is a subtle playfulness in your words. :-)
    -HA

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  5. HelenOctober 4, 2014 at 3:07 PM

    'the new set of colours' ... every artist's dream. Fall is a spectacular season as is your poem!!

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    1. GraceOctober 4, 2014 at 8:55 PM

      The colors are wonderful, thank you Helen ~

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  6. MargaretOctober 4, 2014 at 4:57 PM

    Each season speaks differently to us… a bit mysterious, this 55.

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  7. Pat HattOctober 4, 2014 at 6:48 PM

    Too bad the shadows couldn't just move the lamp haha great lines indeed

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  8. HannahOctober 4, 2014 at 7:11 PM

    Beautiful All and for me, your closing, I love the contrast it plays with the mask aforementioned. Beauty.

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  9. FireblossomOctober 4, 2014 at 8:32 PM

    The missing articles throw me off, so that I had to re-read it, but upon second reading I love the images of the raven mask, the lacquered box and the colors in the final line. Very atmospheric and arresting, Grace.

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    1. GraceOctober 4, 2014 at 8:53 PM

      Thank you ~ Knowing your dislike for haiku, I wrote this straight as an American Sentence ~

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    2. FireblossomOctober 5, 2014 at 11:00 AM

      *smax forehead* I just now read your comment at Toads about doing American Sentences. Duh @ me. Nice work, Grace! :-)

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  10. Sherry Blue SkyOctober 4, 2014 at 9:13 PM

    Wowzers! Love "the moon wears raven mask"...love it all. Fantastic piece.

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  11. AnonymousOctober 4, 2014 at 9:13 PM

    This is a real distillation for you, but it works very well, very musically. Thanks, k.

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  12. brudbergOctober 5, 2014 at 1:39 AM

    Ah.. I love American sentences - such images you can paint with each of them.. By them self beautiful - collectively a whole story.

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  13. ClaudiaOctober 5, 2014 at 7:40 AM

    nice.. i like the moon wearing a raven mask and coming into the room with a glass of water..also the language arriving with new set of colors...cool image grace.. happy sunday!!

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  14. MaryOctober 5, 2014 at 8:12 AM

    I enjoyed the way you personified the moon, Grace. You really gave it personality. And the new colors arriving make me wonder what wordstrokes they will be painting. Smiles.

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  15. Brother OllieOctober 5, 2014 at 8:46 AM

    The last line really pulls it all together.

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  16. Steve KingOctober 5, 2014 at 8:48 AM

    Grace,
    Light, darkness, shadow, stillness...these are all the seeds of inspiration and you paint this portrait so beautifully and knowingly. Thanks.
    Steve K.

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  17. humbirdOctober 5, 2014 at 8:55 AM

    Wow, each sentence - concise and full of meaning. Love moon image, magic!

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  18. GabriellaOctober 5, 2014 at 9:26 AM

    Great use of imagery in your poem, Grace. As some other poets mentioned, each line is a short poem, a bit as if you were showing a few snapshots.

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  19. TruedessaOctober 5, 2014 at 9:27 AM

    I am restless tonight. I often feel restless as the wind as I try to calm my inner drum. That picture is rather interesting wrapped in harvest wheat..what will her journey reap...

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  20. Marcoantonio Arellano (Nene)October 5, 2014 at 9:33 AM

    wonderful images, mi amiga

    gracias

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  21. DonnaOctober 5, 2014 at 10:17 AM

    Wow Grace the imagery here is so amazing...I think my favorite is the moon wearing the raven mask....stopped me dead in my tracks when I read it!!!

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  22. RMPOctober 5, 2014 at 10:50 AM

    there is a magic in this piece....from the dancing shadows to the masked moon to discovering language in a new set of colors. makes me think it is possible to bury the emptiness. really lovely.

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  23. Vandana SharmaOctober 5, 2014 at 10:55 AM

    Night;s magic

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  24. Magaly GuerreroOctober 5, 2014 at 11:08 AM

    That last line is brilliant!

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  25. SusanOctober 5, 2014 at 11:26 AM

    What a story! She is welcome here too to read while I unpack the new colors.

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  26. Sumana RoyOctober 5, 2014 at 12:03 PM

    "The moon wears raven mask and comes into my room with glass of water."....
    my favorite line...beautiful Grace

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  27. Abin ChakrabortyOctober 5, 2014 at 12:40 PM

    the final turn was quite chilling.love the surreal imagery.

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  28. NatašekOctober 5, 2014 at 1:00 PM

    amazing imagery. love the part about burying emptiness...

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  29. AnonymousOctober 5, 2014 at 4:05 PM

    Beautiful, Grace -the imagery is haunting and love the last line!

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  30. TALONOctober 5, 2014 at 4:22 PM

    Grace, what glorious writing! Loved this!

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  31. UnknownOctober 5, 2014 at 4:40 PM

    Grace you do a wonderful job of portraying emptiness, restlessness even colour.

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  32. Maude LynnOctober 5, 2014 at 5:41 PM

    I really like the idea of language arriving with new colors.

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  33. ZQOctober 5, 2014 at 7:26 PM

    Wellll that was an amazing everyday :-)
    ZQ

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  34. Stacy M.S.October 5, 2014 at 7:57 PM

    i love all of this....every single word made me see a part of myself sitting alone in my own livingroom, my nose in a book, the moon teasing me outside the window!

    stacy lynn mar
    http://warningthestars.blogspot.com/2014/10/saturday-prompt-2-starry-skies-and.html

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  35. Brian MillerOctober 5, 2014 at 8:41 PM

    oh some gorgeous american sentences...that last one...the color of language...and the colors that you chose...excellent....

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  36. CloudiaOctober 5, 2014 at 9:05 PM

    Lovely Atmospheric!

    ALOHA from Honolulu
    ComfortSpiral
    =^..^= . <3 . >< } } (°>


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  37. Myrna R.October 5, 2014 at 11:04 PM

    How can you create such excellence in 55 words? Love this Grace. It leaves a lingering image, like a puzzle for translation into consciousness. That's what talent does. That's what you do.

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  38. Old EggOctober 5, 2014 at 11:16 PM

    How well you take the reader back to childish moments of both fear and comfort.

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  39. Archer's BonesOctober 5, 2014 at 11:51 PM

    Everything I love about it has already been said. So I'll just say I'm glad you posted this. :)

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  40. Susie ClevengerOctober 6, 2014 at 12:13 AM

    Yes, each line could stand alone...beautiful

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  41. kaykualaOctober 6, 2014 at 5:32 AM

    Language can be most versatile and can be most interesting. It is a journey! Wonderful 55 Grace!

    Hank

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  42. aspiritofsimplicityOctober 6, 2014 at 6:09 AM

    beautiful. I can so relate

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  43. MarianOctober 6, 2014 at 7:16 AM

    i'm curious about that lacquered box!

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  44. SaravOctober 6, 2014 at 9:14 AM

    Grace I love the whole poem, yet that first line really captivated me :-)

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  45. UnknownOctober 6, 2014 at 3:08 PM

    Wheat, rust and nest of bones. Some lovely earthy components and colors.

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  46. J.N.T.October 6, 2014 at 3:48 PM

    an expression of mystery that I'll remember as i prepare to sleep tonight and forever.

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  47. LauraOctober 6, 2014 at 8:14 PM

    amazing imagery Grace… such a rich poem.

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  48. Gen Giggles October 6, 2014 at 9:40 PM

    What a great image of colors in that last line.

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  49. JinksyOctober 7, 2014 at 6:14 AM

    Surreal collections of words fit the image so well and send the mind into unfamiliar realms...

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  50. SreejaOctober 10, 2014 at 12:12 AM

    each line here is so packed with images...lovely.... wonderful......great!!

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  51. AnonymousOctober 10, 2014 at 3:47 PM

    strongly drawn ~

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  52. Sweeper of DreamsOctober 14, 2014 at 3:52 PM

    Powerful and deep, a calling from within that matches the moon's pull. Lovely work!

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