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Thursday, March 16, 2017

Blue impressions



dawn is a chimera
mixing the star lights
with birthing hour of light


quick is the rising mist -
blurring of sapphire, glint of topaz stones,
fragment of powdery clouds, shimmer of moth-wings 


here is the moment:
teardrop lingers in moon's eye
lash
frozen in frame
as giant wave
curling
cresting before crashing
into field of cornflowers


milk-spilled sky mingles with
dandelion-wrinkled rain-


I'm wrapped in drifting leaves
as i drive into city's white noise
serene as lake 




            Vetheuil In The Fog


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30 comments:

  1. Pat HattMarch 16, 2017 at 2:28 PM

    Caught all around as beyond the city is found.

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  2. brudbergMarch 16, 2017 at 3:09 PM

    This was like diving into the painting. Love how it's both a sea and a field... blue is wonderful.

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  3. tonispencerMarch 16, 2017 at 3:23 PM

    Oh how I liked this poem. You had me at "dawn is a chimera"...I love the shades of blue in this, the illusions of fog and sea...And when I scrolled to the end and saw the painting you had chosen, it was perfection.

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  4. Kim M. RussellMarch 16, 2017 at 3:32 PM

    I love those blue impressions, Grace, the way you mixed 'the star lights
    with birthing hour of light'
    and the moment:
    teardrop lingers in moon's eye
    lash
    frozen in frame'!

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  5. Glenn ButtkusMarch 16, 2017 at 3:41 PM

    This was an ace expression, pure perfection as per the painting; poem for the ages; with divers gushes & atoms accolades. I adored the whole thing, but liked the lines /milk-spilled sky mingles with/dandelion-wrinkled rain/.

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  6. Frank HubenyMarch 16, 2017 at 3:53 PM

    Nice description from colorful dawn to serene white noise in the morning drive to the city.

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  7. AnonymousMarch 16, 2017 at 4:21 PM

    I love that first line! You have truly "painted us a beatiful scene.

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  8. Jane DoughertyMarch 16, 2017 at 4:28 PM

    Good choice of images that mingle and blur with the early morning mist.

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  9. indybevMarch 16, 2017 at 4:34 PM

    Such lovely imagery, from dawn to dusk. Beautiful.

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  10. Kathy ReedMarch 16, 2017 at 4:52 PM

    I love the shimmer of moth wings, Grace, and 'dandelion-wrinkled rain'. Blue is such a soothing color.

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  11. paul mortimerMarch 16, 2017 at 5:19 PM

    Great images and wonderful how you lead us into sea crash into the cornflower field :)

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  12. VictoriaMarch 16, 2017 at 5:33 PM

    We both turned to dawn and, oh, how I love your descriptions--your colors are so alive. I'm tempted to rewrite mine...down the road, anyway.

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  13. lynn__March 16, 2017 at 7:00 PM

    Fabulous impressionism, Grace! I love the blue hues but would prefer a canoe to the car on such a morning :)

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  14. GinaMarch 16, 2017 at 7:07 PM

    really beautiful images you create in my mind as I read this Grace. Love the blue as backdrop against our words and thoughts. Like walking through the paints and feeling every brush stroke.

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  15. AnonymousMarch 16, 2017 at 7:14 PM

    such light and color here....truly impressionistic. Lovely, Grace. Jane

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  16. AnonymousMarch 16, 2017 at 8:45 PM

    Thank you for painting this magic moment in mind

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  17. TruedessaMarch 16, 2017 at 10:27 PM

    Beautifully woven words...it left a wonderful impression

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  18. AmayaMarch 17, 2017 at 12:17 AM

    You are a master painter of language and this dive into the depths of blue was like a dream. I especially liked, "cresting before crashing
    into field of cornflowers

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  19. Sarah BawdenMarch 17, 2017 at 12:27 AM

    "milk-spilled sky mingles with
    dandelion-wrinkled rain"

    yummy words together!

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  20. AnonymousMarch 17, 2017 at 2:09 AM

    feels like a lonely ride. great write :)

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  21. AnonymousMarch 17, 2017 at 3:24 AM

    oh this is soooooo beautiful. the phrases are sooo breathtaking!

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  22. kaykualaMarch 17, 2017 at 6:21 AM

    I'm wrapped in drifting leaves
    as i drive into city's white noise
    serene as lake

    Beautifully wrapped up all nicely in an undisturbed lake!

    Hank

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  23. Paul John DearMarch 17, 2017 at 9:55 AM

    Truly an impressionistic poem...so full of nuance.

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  24. Blue GrumpsterMarch 17, 2017 at 4:23 PM

    I'm wrapped in drifting leaves... I love it.

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  25. MishMarch 17, 2017 at 7:48 PM

    I was excited to read your poem for this prompt, Grace. Your words created a masterpiece before my eyes. Oh how I love "shimmer of moth wings".

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  26. ImeldaMarch 17, 2017 at 9:47 PM

    Beautiful and very descriptive. :-) Happy weekend, Grace. :-)

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  27. Bekkie SanchezMarch 18, 2017 at 12:02 PM

    The line "dawn is a chimera" is awesome! In fact, your poem is stunning with all of the images you painted, Grace! Hugs!

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  28. AnonymousMarch 19, 2017 at 9:42 PM

    I love this. Fantastic writing.

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  29. Lux G.March 21, 2017 at 4:25 AM

    Applause to this amazing writing. You're great!

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  30. Wendy BourkeMarch 25, 2017 at 8:39 PM

    Evocative - wonderful imagery - you have painted the scene superbly.

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