Artist: Cecilia Levy
I love the tropical sun on my arms,
ice-cream & walking to be alone with my thoughts-
Restless water under the bridge folds & refolds the face of the moon.
I line up the words in my head, neatly stacked-
Catapult, sting, deadly intentions- which one will jump first off the wall?
I am a needle, finding my thread & safety hooks
& beads of blessings
Cup is half-full, awaiting for this girl's heart, to turn it upside down.
But look closer, I am a thread unfurling
I am a sapling rising, fingers wet with summer rain -
My Word List: sun, ice-cream, bridge, cup is half-full, words, rain
Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Sharing a bit of myself ~ Thanks to Marina for hosting ~
Thanks for the visit ~
the words sure can flow, as they grow in the sun or rain
ReplyDeleteNice. I love how you captured the movement of the water in the folding and refolding of the moon. Ha, turning the half ful cup over is an interesting thought. Would it still be half full, just the top half - or does it spill out making it all empty. I dunno, my brain just kinda ran with that one.
ReplyDeleteThat depends on what you want to happen, ha ~ Love the possibilities, smiles ~
Deletewhat a soft pleasure reading this. gracias for sharing mi amiga
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed this moment of reflection, as if I too were there! Love that cup!
ReplyDeletea thread unfurling and a sapling rising - cool images grace - and i too love a walk alone with my thoughts - just space to breathe and maybe the birth hour of a poem
ReplyDeleteIce cream and being alone with your own thoughts? if tthat doesn't sound wonderful... smilles. I love the folding of the moon's face by the restless water. Ugh those little descriptions are what make poetry for me
ReplyDeleteBeautiful imagery in this, Grace. Read like a meditation for me.
ReplyDeletethis poem reminds me of the old marital arts saying "that the green and supple survive the harshest winds" - perhaps we need that inside too.
ReplyDeleteA great closing line, but at first I read "fingerlings"; odd how our own poetic filters work on auto-pilot; lovely imagery & nice tease of who you are beneath them.
ReplyDeleteI too loved the folding and refolding of the moon--Beautiful write Grace!
ReplyDeleteI loved this! Such beautiful images here depicting your warm persona :D
ReplyDeleteBeautifully penned!
Lots of love,
Sanaa
Beautiful, Grace. The poem and the wonderful cup and saucer image above.
ReplyDeleteI love so many of the things you do. But, you just frame the words so beautifully, creating images that soothe the soul. Lovely writing Grace. And wonderful to know you.
ReplyDeleteSounds like a collection of haiku or tanka poems (and the fact that they are not all of equal length makes it even more magical and intriguing). As a glass half-empty kind of person, I really appreciate your cup half-full mentality!
ReplyDeleteCan fully relate to the restless water, but I also wanted to remark on these lines which I'm still figuring out and responding to internally:
I am a needle, finding my thread & safety hooks
& beads of blessings
The italized ones are American sentences, smiles ~
DeleteSo much goodness here. I am a sapling rising, fingers wet with summer rain, Catapult, sting, deadly intentions- which one will jump first off the wall?
ReplyDeleteYour flow is lovely to read!
I adore the closing line. So beautiful.
ReplyDeleteI read your poetry, and feel so inadequate. I am rusty…Suffering from Summer Brain perhaps?
ReplyDeleteI adore yours, no need to compare as our journeys are different ~ Thanks for joining us ~
DeleteOh.. lovely DREAMS of ice-cream
ReplyDeletememes.. onboardwalk beach under
DATEpalm trees.. MOONlitenite
diatoms glow in flowing gulf
streams.. eyes of Love under
balmy July clouds.. ah Summer
Delight.. pillow sand with breeze..:)
Very nice, Grace; you are in the prime of your life...the moon line is wonderful!
ReplyDeleteThe image of the moon is so enchanting - a mental bit of elusive origami. the last two lines though, blow me totally away. The beads of blessings on the fabric of your life make it a beautiful thing.
ReplyDeleteThis is glorious! I felt a bit of envy. Again, glorious.
ReplyDelete"I line up the words in my head, neatly stacked" ... that's me alright ... smiles ... every day ... in order to reach people's hearts ... u?
ReplyDeleteWow. You are a wordsmith.
ReplyDeleteNicely done with the prompts given Grace--remind me of Burroughs cut and paste style (though easier on the mind to comprehend your intent.)
ReplyDeleteI love this! :)
ReplyDeleteA lovely, and interesting, poem which I read twice for pleasure.
ReplyDeleteI posted a lovely comment to this from my phone last night, but when I went to log into my Google account to publish it, it disappeared. Anyway, I love your word choices. Your first sentence really hooked me because it brought back memories of my recent trip to Hawaii, basking in the tropical sun. In this I see both a desire for growth and contentment with the status quo. Having both simultaneously is wonderful. Peace, Linda
ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful, Grace! Love the imagery of the water folding/refolding, your cup half-full, and sapling rising...gentle, yet powerful --like you, i think!
ReplyDeleteGrace, this is lovely! Warm greetings from Montreal. :)
ReplyDeleteFantastic......I loved each line...all those images they brought to my mind...!!
ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful.....so many gorgeous word images here :-)
ReplyDeleteyou may be a thread unfurling, but I suspect you may also be the stitch that binds ~
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