Epiphyllum oxypetalum
Queen of the Night
Queen of the Night
Photo by M. Penaranda
in darkest of nights
my hands open to receive you-
burst forth as lightning
unfolding every jagged line bold-
you are beautifully made
~0~0~0~
when the sky is dry
her hands are water
when night is cold,
her hands are catching fire opals-
mother, thread my hands with yours
when night is cold,
her hands are catching fire opals-
mother, thread my hands with yours
and Poetry Jam: Hands - Trying my hand in tanka form as its been some time since I wrote one ~ Thanks for the visit ~
I especially like the first one (though both are good). I like the sense of longing and admiration for the subject.
ReplyDeleteOddly enough, I chose tanka for this prompt as well.
Very lovely, Grace, especially the mother's and daughter's hands......
ReplyDeleteLove this and the catching of fire opals, so thought provoking and such images
ReplyDeleteboth very nice...but I love the energy of that first one....
ReplyDeletethe hands being lightning that burst forth
makes for such a cool image...
I like both your tanka (?) especially the second one is amazing.. very strong.
ReplyDeleteBoth of these are so lovely and have such a gentle and loving feel. The flower photo is beautiful too.
ReplyDeleteDear Grace
ReplyDeleteYou are a wonderful poet. I love the rythm in your words!
Hugs
JetteMajken
Nice, fresh, beautiful verses! ~ Glad you back Grace :)x
ReplyDeleteBeautiful tanka, Grace: " thread my hands with yours" - an indelible line of poetry.
ReplyDeleteBoth of these are lovely, Grace. Love the positive expression of "You are beautifully made" which I think many of us need to ponder & take to heart.
ReplyDeleteThese are so beautiful. The second speaks profoundly to me. I love its ending. Thank you so much for taking part in the challenge.
ReplyDeleteThese are so lovely Grace, I especially like the words "my hands open to receive you" You inspired my poem, I hope this is OK with you.
ReplyDeleteBoth are so beautiful, Grace... but I especially like the first one.
ReplyDeleteI like bot tanka, grace, but I think I like the second one better. Nice to see you back!
ReplyDeleteHands pulling through no matter what, both are great
ReplyDeleteA beautiful take on the prompt,Grace!
ReplyDeleteTa-dah, this is gorgeous!
ReplyDeleteBest described the strength of women which many missed to appreciate. Nicely Grace!
ReplyDeleteHank
many roles...............
ReplyDeleteReally beautiful Grace!
ReplyDeleteSuch exquisitely written poems - each with its own intensity.
ReplyDeleteThese are so elegant, Grace...the opals stand out for me.
ReplyDeleteBoth poems give me that sense of beautiful relationship--to art, life and to one I still reach for ...
ReplyDeleteluv them both; the first i like better
ReplyDeletemuch love...
flower is truly beautifully made
ReplyDeletefocused implementation
Very beautifully writ, Grace. My favorite is the second.
ReplyDeleteI am in awe of that second tanka.
ReplyDeleteNow I want to hug my grandma. I think I will... *closing my eyes and hugging the memories of her close to my chest.*
ReplyDeleteLovely poems both are :)
ReplyDeleteLovely poem!
ReplyDeletethis is lovely Grace... so elegant
ReplyDeleteI love the second one---especially this:
ReplyDelete"when the sky is dry
her hands are water"
That is stunning and deeply moving. There is no greater connection than the one between a mother and her child, even if they are separated by death.
Both pieces are wonderful
ReplyDeleteHi Grace,
ReplyDeleteWelcome back! Both are are wonderful but, I am leaning towards the first one as there is something about the night and the willingness to receive.
Very beautiful!
ReplyDeletewonderful set of poems Grace..
ReplyDeleteI love this style and what you've done with Grace. Simply beautiful. Thank you!! Have a beautiful week.
ReplyDeleteLovely images in these, Grace. I especially liked the second one!
ReplyDeleteyou are so elegant and eloquent with this form ~
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