a voice inside your head
be still
you dab
clouds of cotton on your spindled finger
you sleep
on nest of tangled ferns & castle of sorrows
you dream
of that magical kiss under ocean of stars
i tell you the voice inside my head
rest if you must, if you are tired
but wake up
remove the flax & flex
your wobbling legs, stand-
be the
swallow,
that sways to the flutes of the wind & wings away-
be the
moon, offering
its whole silver light,
even under claws of stormy sky-
and be that
woman
that dances with windy tresses & raises a glass
of margarita and says,
Listen!
I have one heck of a story to tell!
Sleeping Beauty's Dream by CATRIN WELZ-STEIN
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight. The pub doors open at 3pm EST. Come and link up and read our poems. I have written to last week's prompt by Lillian: Inspired by Art.
I love the line break after "you dab." That is hilarious (the dance). My daughters do it all the time. :)
ReplyDeleteExcellent work, as always, Grace.
Oh Grace, this is amazing!
ReplyDelete'you dab
clouds of cotton on your spindled finger
you sleep
on nest of tangled ferns & castle of sorrows'
and
'remove the flax & flex
your wobbling legs...'
add another dimension to the image.
Love this especially; "you dab clouds of cotton on your spindled finger."💖
ReplyDeleteThis is such a beautiful response to the image Grace. I especially love 'you dab
ReplyDeleteclouds of cotton on your spindled finger
you sleep
on nest of tangled ferns & castle of sorrows'
It looks like she will have an amazing story to tell when she awakens.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful...never let that voice go quiet!
ReplyDeleteA wonderful poem and a beautiful image. I wonder what she did dream about.
ReplyDeleteThat's one heck of a story, indeed!
ReplyDeleteYour poem breathes imagery of surrealism.
ReplyDeleteThis poem of yours is my favorite one. :)
Oh I do love it... the best of stories to tell... I saw her before I saw the image.
ReplyDeleteYes, I want to hear the voices in her head, because sometimes they tell the best of stories! A dreamy poem, Grace! :)
ReplyDeleteA story all her own as she makes it so.
ReplyDeleteI lost count of the wonderful descriptive phrases! Beautiful write!
ReplyDeleteI love your very poetic response to that lovely art. Cheers!
ReplyDelete& raises a glass of margarita and says,
ReplyDeleteListen! I have one heck of a story to tell!
The beauty of doing 2 things at a time for a woman of leisure!
Hank
I have been thinking about you and your situation with your sister. I'd like to think this poem was not only inspired by the artwork but by a very clear and beautiful vision one sister has on the brink of awakening to life beyond, and the love she has passed on to her sister. The idea of shining selflessly like the moon, taking nothing for oneself but being a portal for love to others, is most inspiring.
ReplyDeleteOh--one heck of story to tell. Perfect!
ReplyDeleteooh, I love this. Time to wake up!
ReplyDelete'the moon, offering its whole silver light' - only one phrase in a poem humming with sensibility.
ReplyDeleteYour poem seems perfect with the image!
ReplyDeleteA beautiful write! My favourite but: "you sleep
ReplyDeleteon nest of tangled ferns & castle of sorrows...."
Grace, this is incredibly lovely. I especially love "be the swallow that sways to the flutes of the wind and wings away." Sigh. Just gorgeous.
ReplyDeleteRest if you must, if you are tired, but wake up! Yes yes!
ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful, Grace. The imagery and the sound, just lovely.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful write, Grace, with a great kick at the end! Love it!
ReplyDeleteThis is so potent and could stand for so much: a call to awaken, an understanding of frailty but a reminder to be resilient and to make one's voice heard...
ReplyDeleteI love the way you've constructed this piece - a wonderful cascade of images that tumble, melodiously, to a stunning finish.
ReplyDeleteI like the way the words fall down the page. These are the words that spoke to me the most, "be that
ReplyDeletewoman
that dances with windy tresses "
your interpretation of the fabulous image is interesting - the selected words and the way you've broken them up on the page is suggestive of a staccato effect, very birdsong-ish - and there are some delightful images:
ReplyDeleteyou dab
clouds of cotton on your spindled finger
you sleep
on nest of tangled ferns & castle of sorrows
- it's really rather a delightfully surprising piece - the only thing that "jars me" is the Margarita - LOL - but in some way, it brings it all back to the waking/realtime ... so Cheers!
That's a very beautiful artwork.
ReplyDeleteWhen someone with a glass of margarita tells you to listen, you listen. :)
Beautiful piece with a great ending.
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