"Everyday in every way I’m getting better and better" - Emile Coue
Monday, October 9, 2017
Thank you for counting the moonbeams with me!
I touched the dark-
ness
and felt the rage of
heavy rains-
intensity of lightning-
bleakness of shadows-
Yet, I also felt light-
ness
See, up there-
the moon
single flower
blooms with fervor
(not hope)
its silvery sheen
enough to blaze nightsky-
Reminding me:
Flower!
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille with host De Jackson. This is a 44 word post with the word - HOPE. Thanks for the visit! And for my Canadian friends, Happy ThanksGiving!!!
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It's just like that. Somewhere beyond the clouds there is something... love that it's flower and not hope.
ReplyDeleteI love the idea of the flower blooming with fervor, not hope....as it exploding in beauty...exploding in its essence. To me, it means that does happen...no need to hope as it just will, in all its fervor and joyful beauty.
ReplyDeleteA yin and yang of it all, just have to look a little further.
ReplyDeleteOh, my. LOVE this:
ReplyDelete"See, up there-
the moon
single flower
blooms with fervor"
Perfection. Somehow, that moon flower DOES bring hope.
Brilliant ending, Grace. YES! Flower! ... Now I'm picturing the moon with flowers all over it. Off to look up artwork that surely must exist ...
ReplyDeleteSomehow, by replacing hope, you manage to reinforce it, to reinvent it; cool. I like the line /and felt the rage of heavy rain/.
ReplyDeleteA lovely take on the prompt with such beautiful imagery as always, Grace!
ReplyDeleteI touched the dark-
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and felt the rage of
heavy rains- this was a lovely phrase.
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ReplyDeleteblooms with fervor- denotes a vitality we all need to feel.Good job!
ReplyDeleteTouched the darkness, indeed. This is so well crafted.
ReplyDeleteThat's weird. I was reading an article about choosing titles for poems, in particular a paragraph about long titles - and there you have a long title Grace, which is a stunner! I love the lines about touching darkness and feeling the rage of rains, and the moon as a flower - that was my nickname for a while, Moonflower.
ReplyDeleteI hadn't thought of the moon as a flower before, but it is round like one and it stands out in the sky. I also like the idea in the title of counting moonbeams with someone.
ReplyDeleteThe moon as a flower -- clever, indeed!
ReplyDeleteWe all of us "touched the darkness" this past week. How we need the promise of hope!
ReplyDelete"single flower / blooms with fervor.... / Reminding me: / Flower!" Yep, it's like that. We draw hope from pictured metaphors. It doesn't always make sense; it doesn't need to.
ReplyDeleteThere is rage in heavy rains, but a moon flower holds movement, mystery and light.
ReplyDeleteA brilliant testimony to the light that shines in the darkness. The white eye of the black carp, signifying the waxing light the supplants the dark, until only a white carp with a black eye remains, until the cycle turns! Love the captivating imagery!
ReplyDeleteI look towards your "single flower". Beautiful, Grace.
ReplyDeleteYup, that moon's still up there dancing with fervor. He doesn't need hope, he's above the storm. I like watching him dance.
ReplyDeleteI love this perspective. The moon understands it!
ReplyDeleteMaybe we abuse or over use hope. Maybe it needs to be re-invented. I think you've done that here.
ReplyDeleteWe all have in our lives that one person to whom we look up to and may be that is our moon/flower..............
ReplyDeleteNicely done Grace. I have to embrace the darkness in order to recognize the light. Humans have such great capacity to see beauty but personally I don't think we see the vibrant colors of it until we have understood that we once individually lacked that ability because we touched darkness.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, Grace. Moon as flower, rain as rage, embracing darkness. Wonderful images.
ReplyDeleteI think the rain, moonbeams and flowers all reflect hope! And I hope you had a wonderful Thanksgiving :)
ReplyDeleteit sounds so fresh...loved the lines...Flower!
ReplyDeleteI like the thought of the moon blooming.
ReplyDeleteI like the play of flower/fervor and the "rage of heavy rains." I like the intensity in this.
ReplyDeleteThe (not hope) seems added to the poem -- I did not feel that. But the moon as a blossoming flower was a cool image.
ReplyDeleteWow! The moon blooming with fervor (not hope) What a fascinating metaphysical muse. A wonderfully constructed, thoughtfully rendered piece.
ReplyDeleteabsolutely beautiful Grace ! hugs!!
ReplyDeleteDelicate and beautiful. Lovely words.
ReplyDeleteAw, this is nice.
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