Monday, October 22, 2018

of what glitters at night



October glitters of roads 
dusty
Of fallen maple leaves
yellow
as  roasted plump pumpkin 
brown
as burnt paprika and sugared
cinnamon

Days fold quickly into heavy
silence
I tend to my secret
sorrows
Brushing them with moon-
light  
They gleam ... an early first snow-
drop



Grace@Everyday Amazing


Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille, hosted by Kim Russell.   This is a 44 word post with the chosen word - EARLY.  See you when the pub doors open at 3pm.  Thanks for the visit.

30 comments:

  1. Brushing them with moon-light They gleam ... an early first snow-
    drop...I like this ending a lot. The entire last stanza is stellar.

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  2. Nice use of the phrases "secret sorrows" and "heavy silence".

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  3. You write with an amazing sense of colour. This is just heavy with it.

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  4. Gorgeous autumn colours and aromas in this one, Grace! I love the lines:
    'Days fold quickly into heavy
    silence'
    and
    'Brushing them with moon-
    light
    They gleam ... an early first snow-
    drop'.

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  5. The brushing your sorrow with moon-light is amazing... we need to treat them gently don't we? Sorrows are precious and should be treated with care...

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  6. Nice, looking forward to the snowdrops :)

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  7. Sorrow would be brought upon me if the snow drops too lol

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  8. A lovely toast to fall and the change to come. I can;t think of first snow yet though. A lovely write.

    Pat

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  9. My goodness this is absolutely breathtaking verse, Grace!❤️

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  10. Beautiful, Grace, and so timely. Here in the Lower Hudson River Valley of New York, we're still waiting for foliage.

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  11. your last stanza took me down a faded memory - tending to the secrets of the heart - what a lovely line that makes sense of a lot of worry and anxiety

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  12. Beautiful colours and sumptuous tastes - that is what autumn is - lovely

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  13. Wow see my old friend. That/this is fantastic. So rich. I loved the folding line and the images still remain. Your voice is calm and pretty and clear. I saw all showed me.

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  14. Lovely imagery, I like how you communed Oct changes and early snowfall to secret sorrows...indeed the chill of Oct seems a time of whispers and secrets.

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  15. "days fold quickly into heavy silence", October does feel that way and I hope no snow comes yet.

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  16. All of these distinct seasons we so admire are like transitions in our thoughts and actions....like a reset button. I could feel the sense of hope in the last stanza. Even the Fall brings us hope with it's scents, shapes and colours.

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  17. I like your progression of October folding into heavy silence and moonlight gleaming.

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  18. I loved the imagery in the first stanza. Autumn is such a lovely time of year!

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  19. The format is so endearing. So lovely!

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  20. Love that glistening first frost in sunshine.

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  21. as burnt paprika and sugared
    cinnamon ~

    wow, this is such a delightful colour combo and creative descriptive element, it literally stopped me dead for its sheer beauty!

    and then to continue to the collection of sorrows, keeping them hidden, - what a contrast to the richness, the warmth of the colours in the first stanza - a very bright image comes up, sort of looking at a black and white photo nestled against a coloured one, and then, the soft ending - which is really wonderful - brushing sorrows with moonlight to allow for the silver lining-

    this is such a deceptively rich poem Grace - it seems "simple" at the outset, and yet it is so well contrasting and complimentary within itself - layered, textured and graceful - well done in 44!

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  22. I love your paring of the seasons and feelings. Autumn is such an interesting mix of beauty and decay, sparkling and sorrow.

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  23. Autumn
    Life Death
    Fall
    Early
    Rising
    Love's
    Year Round..:)

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  24. Love that second stanza, the secret sorrow being tended to as October leads to the dusting of winter snow.

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  25. This is so beautiful, Grace, from your very first line to the end.

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  26. This is melancholy (like autumn), but so beautiful. I particularly like:" I tend to my secret
    sorrows
    Brushing them with moon-
    light
    They gleam ... an early first snow-
    drop"

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  27. Ah, those colors are shining in their own light here — the feel of it is made all the way more enriching and evocative through such tender mixtures of hues.
    The melancholic second stanza is lovely!

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