"Everyday in every way I’m getting better and better" - Emile Coue
Thursday, September 21, 2017
What is the c?lor
of the sky
when the heart is feverish moon
grasping for air, refusing to fade in fire-
storm?
of his eyes
when thoughts are noosed in bullets
and every step is unanswered
question?
of the rain
when flood gates open, unmarking
borders, valleys & keys, leveling roofs to
pebbles?
of the sunrise
on the farthest side of galaxy
is it apricot or apple, behind cloudy mist?
or is it a mirror of emptiness, abandoned by dying
stars?
of my pen
when I forget syllables & taste of
pecan tarts & smell of wild red plum
wine?
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - OpenLink Night, Hosted by Gayle Walters Rose. A late response to Bjorn's Poetic Prompt of writing a poem filled with questions. Thanks for the visit.
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As in what we see or not, color could be a lot.
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful palette of questions... really love what you did it, and the theme of colors works so well... I cannot really pick a favorite, but the colors of fruits at the end of the galaxy touched me.
ReplyDeleteLovely questions..especially like the last one...
ReplyDeleteHi Grace, I was wondering what you'd be writing tonight - as, unlike me you can be so versatile. This has a lovely, fresh pace to it in your usual vivid style. Enjoyed it very much...
ReplyDeleteIn the first place I like the flow of this poem without the prepositions. I kept wanting to read them anyway and at second read happily let them go. Great structure.
ReplyDeleteThe texture of colors that you've blended so well within your poetic content is remarkable breath-taking and wonderfully expressed. :)
ReplyDeleteLovely, Grace. My favorite is the question about the sunrise on the other side of the galaxy...love that!
ReplyDeleteI like the plums and pecan. XX
ReplyDeleteA beautiful write Grace, I love the last stanza especially and am curious what the colour of the pen will be xxx
ReplyDeleteReally loved this!
ReplyDeleteThis is absolutely gorgeous! Especially love; "of the sunrise on the farthest side of galaxy is it apricot or apple, behind cloudy mist? or is it a mirror of emptiness, abandoned by dying stars?"
ReplyDeletebeautiful with answers hidden in the questions :)
ReplyDeleteI was touched by each question--and each seemed to hold its own answers
ReplyDeleteLove the ending. Put all these things to the taste of "pecan tarts & smell of wild red plum wine"
ReplyDeleteGrace. I had to pause at the rain, so much rain this week, leveling roofs to pebbles. My heart grieves for the loss and destruction.
ReplyDelete"What is the color of the sunrise on the other side of the galaxy"? That's a question to ponder on. I like that question. Have to find out some day
ReplyDeleteMysterious colors of life!
ReplyDeleteQuestion everything? I? Wonder at tarts? Them in pecan colored skirts do they taste plum wine with red lips? There must be a beauty in the grinding, no? It is well met in the imagery you emit Grace.
ReplyDeleteI love the blending of colours and questions, Grace, where no colours are mentioned and the reader can allow the imagination to run riot. I also like the way each stanza runs on from the title, giving it a form the reader can engage with - they can be read in any order. The stanza that caught my attention was
ReplyDelete'... of my pen
when I forget syllables & taste of
pecan tarts & smell of wild red plum
wine?'
It grabs all the senses :)
Gorgeous poem....loved the questions... especially the last stanza...
ReplyDeleteA feast for the eyes!
ReplyDeleteJesu! This is beautiful, Grace. One that I will have to read over and over...just because it is so full of beauty and wonderment. Jane
ReplyDeleteOnce I figured out the c?lor part I was away. Love how it takes you through a wonderous stanza then sends you back up to come down again to view another and ponder your own answers.
ReplyDeleteLovely, intriguing, questions with unattainable answers, complex yet flowing like a poetic comet from the personal to the cosmic & back, Yes, your last stanza was killer--your poems are tightrope walkers between the sensual & metaphysical; big smile.
ReplyDelete"storm?
ReplyDeleteof his eyes
when thoughts are noosed in bullets"
"is it apricot or apple"
"of my pen
when I forget syllables & taste of
pecan tarts & smell of wild red plum"
Radiant.
Your words always hit me like decadent confections... lovely.
ReplyDeleteSome wonderful word crafting in this. A lovely piece to linger over and drift in, for a bit.
ReplyDeleteThis is marvelous word imagery, and such a pleasant read!
ReplyDeleteThis one really caught my imagination. Enjoyed it. And the question mark in the title.
ReplyDeleteThank you for letting our own imaginations think of the answers to these very well thought out and crafted questions. Beautifully done.
ReplyDeleteColors of all things simple but many insensitive non-poets may miss them. Good questions Grace!
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Hank
Beautiful questions! I especially love the line "when the heart is feverish moon"
ReplyDeleteIt's how we see it. Life is beautiful.
ReplyDeleteI don't know what that color would be, but when the heart ceases to be feverish the sky likely becomes blue again.
ReplyDeleteA set of questions that make you wonder.. esp the color of sunrise at the other end of the universe! Also, what's the color of the forgetful poets pen?
ReplyDeleteAnd every poet each sees a different set of colours, yet every set is equally beautiful.
ReplyDeletewhen thoughts are noosed in bullets... That's such a powerful image.
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