Monday, November 5, 2018

threshold



Her words didn't shiver  
                 nor wink at slightest 
                                       provocation    
They are stones  
                 hardened from broken
                                               light
                                     
Until one day 
                her lips tasted blood, salt,     
                                                      madness
Goading her                                                   
                 - let the words fly -
                                               free of guises 
She leaps 

                where fate fluted   
                                            in rubble yellowing with  
                                                                               leaves  
                        



Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Hosted by De Jackson.  This is a 44 word post with the chosen word, WINK.   Thanks for your visit.

27 comments:

  1. I love the image of those words like stones... then maybe we need both kind, both those firm ones and the one like leaves.

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  2. You and Lillian--in love with, in league with words. At least for now poets are not on Trump's hate list; perhaps poetry is beyond him.

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  3. "They are stones
    hardened from broken
    light"

    Gah. That's just gorgeous.

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  4. You and Lill have both winked with words tonight: barbed words and wire and 'stones hardened from broken light'.

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  5. It's that taste of madness that is most intriguing in
    "her lips tasted blood, salt,
    madness".

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  6. My goodness this is good!❤️ I love the idea of letting words fly free of guises.

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  7. That leap sure can bring forth quite the sight

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  8. Oh yes, just like stones. A very strong write.

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  9. Such rigidity and hardness in the beginning and then...the jump.

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  10. "Until one day
    her lips tasted blood, salt,
    madness"

    Wow. Yes.

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  11. Another brilliant witness to the power of words! Beautifully evocative, reminding me of Charlotte Perkins Gilman's "The Yellow Wallpaper." Bravo!

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  12. The first 2 stanzas felt like the solid threshold to be breached later. I get a "potential transmuted into kinetic" vibe from the poem as a whole. I love what you do with words.

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  13. Wow, another poem on words. Love this! Words as stones...until....this is stunning!

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  14. “They are stones / hardened from broken / light” — excellent!

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  15. I love the transition in this poem from the stones of broken light building up till she lets it all come out in a state of maddening fury! An interesting format.

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  16. Really like this...- let the words fly
    free of guises...love this line. Nice work Grace.

    Pat

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  17. She held those words until she couldn't any longer...awesome imagery, Grace!

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  18. allowing words to fly - what an amazing image that is - to speak freely and unafraid

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  19. I do like that last image. I'm not sure what's happening, but I like the picture it makes.

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  20. Her words did not shiver or wink...what a brilliant image and a classic story of rock meeting “blood, salt, madness”. Janice

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  21. This conjures for me....words, hard and bitter as rocks, causing dry cracked and bloody lips. It would be quite amazing if evil or harsh or bitter or hateful words had the power to self inflict a dry cracking on the lips that uttered them! Perhaps it would make us all more thoughtful in our more rabid and angry moments :)

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  22. I hope she hurled those words far--and they broke some windows--or maybe glass ceilings.

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  23. Quite a powerful piece. Those brave words like stones hurtling through the air...... 💪🏽

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  24. Words like hard stones incapable of winking. Love this take on the prompt, Grace.

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  25. Everyone and everything has a breaking point. I like the imagery you create with words so stuck they cannot even shiver or wink. This resonates with me. Finally you have to set them free.

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  26. Hi Grace! I enjoyed reading your poem here. Well written, and engaging... :-)

    ...rob from Image & Verse

    My “wink”

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