Thursday, January 14, 2016

Painting in the dark

I gather darkness at brush's end
         descend 
To deepest well, I mine a diamond  
         to silence
Pouring blue salt and golden wheat
         I paint 
Without pleats nor restraints 
My canvas glimmers as fireflies
skittering under olive-grey foggy skies
Descend to silence, I paint






Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Ovillejo hosted by De Jackson
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24 comments:

  1. De JacksonJanuary 14, 2016 at 9:35 PM

    Just.So.Gorgeous.
    I am completely enamored of these slant rhymes. COMPLETELY.
    Lovely, lovely piece.

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    1. GraceJanuary 14, 2016 at 9:40 PM

      Thanks De ~ I finally figured it out, smiles ~

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  2. Sue Marrazzo Fine ArtJanuary 14, 2016 at 9:52 PM

    BEAUTIFUL!!!

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  3. TruedessaJanuary 14, 2016 at 10:56 PM

    You painted a lovely picture with your words. Some lovely images

    Pouring blue salt and golden wheat

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  4. SreejaJanuary 15, 2016 at 3:14 AM

    You completely drowned me in that...!! Smiles and love to you...

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  5. Debi SwimJanuary 15, 2016 at 5:59 AM

    Beautiful, Grace. Like being right in the painting.

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  6. brudbergJanuary 15, 2016 at 6:39 AM

    To use the paint as metaphor is simply perfect, and the meaning makes the form of less importance... yet it's perfect... great work.

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  7. MaryJanuary 15, 2016 at 8:16 AM

    Lovely, Grace! You ace this form.

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  8. Sanaa RizviJanuary 15, 2016 at 8:21 AM

    Gorgeous gorgeous gorgeous!! :D

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  9. Pat HattJanuary 15, 2016 at 9:05 AM

    A painting that spurred words painting a whole new picture.

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  10. lillianthehomepoet.wordpress.comJanuary 15, 2016 at 9:44 AM

    This is absolutely beautiful! You have my amazement here - to pen a poem in this form that flows. No small feat. Just beautiful.

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  11. SophieJanuary 15, 2016 at 10:26 AM

    You are so touching and soft. It feels like light sadness in the deep well of your mind.

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  12. 21 WitsJanuary 15, 2016 at 11:40 AM

    Lovely images I have!

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  13. AnotherFearlessYear.netJanuary 15, 2016 at 5:12 PM

    This is lovely. I've not yet mastered slant or near rhymes, but you've done so here. The only part of this that tripped me up was the word "foggy" in the penultimate line. For me, it flows better without it. Peace, Linda

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  14. WaltermarksJanuary 15, 2016 at 6:38 PM

    Your words frame Monet's painting well!

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  15. BodhiroseJanuary 15, 2016 at 9:54 PM

    I was trying to pinpoint one line or phrase that really drew me in but the whole poem is exquisite, Grace. You may have mastered a new form.

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  16. Sumana RoyJanuary 16, 2016 at 3:05 AM

    words shine with beauty & depth..."Descend to silence, I paint" wow...

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  17. grapelingJanuary 16, 2016 at 1:39 PM

    in your pen, the style is fluid and seamless ~

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  18. Rajiv SankarapillaiJanuary 16, 2016 at 1:41 PM

    Lovely...
    Nice post; nice blog.

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  19. Katie Mia FrederickJanuary 16, 2016 at 4:55 PM

    Paint without restraint
    every ArTisT dream
    at least for
    those
    who
    Art
    for Free..:)

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  20. A Cuban In LondonJanuary 16, 2016 at 5:31 PM

    Excellent poem. Love it. And I'm a fan of Monet. :-)

    Greetings from London.

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  21. Nuwan SJanuary 17, 2016 at 3:31 AM

    really Precious
    grate

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  22. kaykualaJanuary 17, 2016 at 9:15 AM

    Painting in the dark, it glitters like gold. One may be on to something spectacular!

    Hank

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  23. ElleceeJanuary 18, 2016 at 11:35 AM

    Beautiful :-)

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