white-washed by night
i fall headlong, torn
from the sky
a solitary leaf,
muted white by snowflakes &
icy northern wind
weaving an intricate
dance of death, slow waltz--
parry and thrust--
until arms become
stones, white crystallized to stillness-
the moon, perched
on window seat,
ghosts under shadows, whiter than white-
you're too late
Poetry form: Lune - 3-5-3 word (almost)
Posted for Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - 55 white words for Flash 55 Plus
And Poets United
What an amazing opening stanza to capture the imagination. Your descriptions are so vividly drawn.
ReplyDeleteSuch a sadness with a finality that can't be undone. Nicely written Grace.
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely gorgeous description of the dance of death.
ReplyDeleteThat last line is truly haunting..in all senses...how often timing is not quite right and good things become lost..too fragile to fend for themselves
ReplyDeleteWow, I like the twist that the last line gives to the poem, Grace!
ReplyDeleteSuch a dance sometimes can be final
ReplyDeleteHaunting, vivid and completely beautiful; a death dance that sings of promises of peace...
ReplyDeleteMy goodness, I love that title. The piece as a whole is gorgeous, but there's something about the third stanza that draws me even more than the rest. Stunning writing, Grace. And that ominous ending. You're too late. Nothing more need be said.
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beautiful description in your lines
ReplyDeleteThe winter breathes so heavily in those words. Somehow this deadly breath has a beauty that is a way to go to sleep. A gentle kiss of death.
ReplyDeleteVery beautiful! I love that line, moon perched on a window seat :-)
ReplyDeleteUntil arms become stones, such depth and visions throughout. Lovely feel to this.
ReplyDeleteSo sad and beautiful at the same time.
ReplyDeleteI like your intro very much: "white-washed by night"
Hugs to you!
JetteMajken
Well this for mis new to me, but I am gonna try it!!!
ReplyDeleteyou've made harshness of that inevitable stillness so charmingly beautiful...
ReplyDeleteWhite washed by grief, more like! Waiting is so hard, harshest over night with all the accompaniment of hope.
ReplyDeleteI too enjoyed the vivid descriptions of winter throughout and wow that last line!
ReplyDeleteDonna@LivingFromHappiness
loved the opening lines
ReplyDeleteechoing, the first stanza is so compelling ~
ReplyDeleteamazing opening stanza.
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Love the image of first stanza...and the dance 'until arms become
ReplyDeletestones' sounds so magical...unique pearl this poem. ~ Nice Sun-day for you, Grace :)
Sounds amazing and the pic is lovely:)
ReplyDeleteVery wintery description of nature's show.
ReplyDeletebrilliant opening verse! striking final line! great write, Grace.
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"white washed by night"…. what a beautiful first line… the whole poem exquisite as always Grace.
ReplyDeleteThe imagery in this poem is breathtaking, and the entire construct is amazing. Such an original point of view.
ReplyDeleteHi, Grace ~~ I am glad that your leaf was white, nothing to ruin pure white's snow show more than one brown leaf !!!
ReplyDeleteNice use of the white mix for your plus too.
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Beautiful words - an exquisite piece of writing.
ReplyDeleteGreat piece - it flows well, and has vivid images. I love the window seat - reminds me of courting my wife.
ReplyDeleteAlmost like Icarus in the wrong season. White must be the colour that everyone is most conscious of in America at present. Or so I gather,
ReplyDelete'Whiter than white'---isn't that the ultimate colour of death? of frozen heaven? great textures here, Grace.
ReplyDelete- ksm
Beautiful opening...a unique perspective on death
ReplyDeleteOh, those last three words are heart-breaking!!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful and graceful movement, albeit, towards immobility, and an inevitable end; the fate of every living thing.
ReplyDeletePoppy
must be winter. must be a relationship. either way, the coldness you have described here forever crystallized this reader. thanks for this kabayan
ReplyDeletethe last line is a crash; the falling and transforming i got so caught up with, the last line really shook me up
ReplyDeletehave a nice week
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much love...
ouch...there is a pain in this...all the way from the white-washed....which has multiple meanings...and to just cover over...too late...that is another one that kinda cinches my gut
ReplyDeleteCovering over doesn't remove merely makes others ignore the problem. Well expressed idea.
ReplyDeleteOne just cringe when knowing it comes as a finality! Good take Grace!
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The movement in this is mesmerizing and the closing words echo audibly. Well done, Grace.
ReplyDeleteEek, this is soooo foreboding. We need spring, don't we?
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