Thursday, December 10, 2015

Nightscape


Credit:    Kylli Sparre


The waters corral me, quicksand
I am slipping, and not a strand
Nor knot can lift me up, sorrow
Drowns my hands to despair, narrow of light, I am stumped

Then sky opens, danger has passed
Darkness was just a rose with black mask
I cast away this blight, see dawn 
Rising sea of lilac green, palming all to glass




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Trying my hand in Florette form ~  Thanks Gayle ~
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24 comments:

  1. brudbergDecember 10, 2015 at 2:22 PM

    Oh this is wonderful... I love how you can create those images...Especially the last stanza with that last soothing line...

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  2. Glenn ButtkusDecember 10, 2015 at 3:05 PM

    Another winner, G; you ain't afraid of form parameters. Last line is killer as well. I love the line /darkness was just a rose with a black mask/ brilliant, innovative word-smithing.

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  3. BodhiroseDecember 10, 2015 at 3:14 PM

    A beautiful Florette, Grace. It seemed pretty dire there for a moment but then your second stanza brought light and safety. Love that last line and "palming all to glass"...excellent!

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  4. Steve KingDecember 10, 2015 at 3:19 PM

    Grace, Such a classic feel to this. I love the rhythms. And each word seems perfectly placed. Great idea and great execution.
    Steve K.

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  5. Sanaa RizviDecember 10, 2015 at 3:32 PM

    Beautifully done :D

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  6. AnonymousDecember 10, 2015 at 4:46 PM

    This is one of my favorites of yours, Grace. It's perfection.

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  7. Matthew HenningsenDecember 10, 2015 at 4:58 PM

    Narrow of light... I love that line!

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  8. MaryDecember 10, 2015 at 6:24 PM

    Oh the florette form seems to fit you, Grace. There is so much to contemplate here...

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  9. VictoriaDecember 10, 2015 at 6:26 PM

    Really good imagery to depict despair and then the transformation into light. Loved that last line.

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  10. AnonymousDecember 10, 2015 at 7:28 PM

    Darkness was just a rose with black mask... how good is that line!

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  11. kaykualaDecember 11, 2015 at 5:15 AM

    Darkness was just a
    rose with black mask

    Classic line Grace! Syllable count and rhyming restrictions flowed smoothly!

    Hank

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  12. UnknownDecember 11, 2015 at 7:27 AM

    This is like waking from a nightmare and realizing that "all is well".

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  13. Polly StrettonDecember 11, 2015 at 7:38 AM

    'sorrow / Drowns my hands to despair' – love it.

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  14. hyperCRYPTICalDecember 11, 2015 at 1:08 PM

    Perfection indeed.
    Anna :O]

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  15. Jennifer WagnerDecember 11, 2015 at 4:52 PM

    "quicksand
    I am slipping, and not a strand
    Nor knot can lift me up, sorrow" great description!

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  16. Marina SofiaDecember 12, 2015 at 2:11 AM

    It does feel exactly like waking from a nightmare - a sense of danger and powerlessness we can all relate to and then the reversal. I am puzzled and intrigued by 'palming all to glass'

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  17. Pat HattDecember 12, 2015 at 7:03 AM

    Getting out of the danger can be tough, but can get out indeed, nice reversal

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  18. AnonymousDecember 14, 2015 at 11:16 AM

    I love that this had hope. As always, thank you. Have a beautiful week.

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  19. AnonymousDecember 14, 2015 at 3:43 PM

    "Darkness was just a rose with black mask" is my favourite verse in this poem. There is a rose behind the mask, there is hope.

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  20. Katie Mia FrederickDecember 14, 2015 at 6:24 PM

    Life Reflecting
    Dark
    Ponds
    circling
    Lights guise
    mirror tales
    passing
    dArk..
    wHere Ark
    iS LiGht away
    from
    Dark..
    comes
    Light..:)

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  21. Lux G.December 15, 2015 at 12:47 AM

    You are a poet. Love the play in words and the emotions it evoke.

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  22. the walking manDecember 15, 2015 at 4:30 AM

    Darkness was just a rose with black mask

    This gave me pause to evaluate my own take on the dark, whether I am captured by it or it by me.

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  23. Wendy BourkeJanuary 5, 2016 at 8:06 PM

    Beautiful. "Darkness was just a rose with black mask" - an indelible line of poetry.

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  24. grapelingJanuary 8, 2016 at 1:58 AM

    gorgeous, Grace ~

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