Tuesday, February 5, 2019

Three invisible things



I.

Where the leaves are still
as air and water
grows in darkness -
my breath, (in)visible -

II.

Where my palms are brittle
cold as snow drops, i close my eyes -
there's an invisible layer
the ink traces 
& runs
where my words could not-


III.

Where my clothes are plain
my hair tied in bun
i am a bird with lightning feathers
i am the song, you can't catch




Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Theme is Invisible, hosted by Merril D. Smith
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24 comments:

  1. I love all the aspects of invisibility... from the wonders of the forest to the difficulties to express something I feel is sorrow with those brittle hands to the last where I think invisibility is a shield to protect you...

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  2. Great imagery - for me the ink melts and runs like ice water, the words are lost.

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  3. This is beautiful invisibility, Grace, especially
    ‘…I close my eyes -
    there's an invisible layer
    the ink traces
    & runs
    where my words could not’
    and the song that can’t be caught!

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  4. The title and numbering. . . this made me think of a sort of folk tale-riddle.
    So many beautiful lines: "the ink traces
    & runs
    where my words could not"
    And that last line, too!

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  5. I very much like the image in the last stanza of the elusive lightning bird hidden inside the plain little brown bird.

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  6. Incredible choices, Grace. Stanza 2 stands out to me; somehow I relate to it. Breath and love, both invisible, both essential for a full life.

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  7. the first one, where darkness falls in the woods, there is something invisible that rises. you've thrown a net on it here with your words...

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  8. Such gorgeous aspects of invisibility captured in your words, Grace!❤️ I am in love with the second stanza!!

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  9. A song you can't catch is a great line. Great imagery indeed.

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  10. I love the idea of being a song you can't catch...
    Well done Grace!

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  11. The bird with lightning feathers, the song you cant catch....wonderful!

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  12. "the song you can't catch" - what lovely phrasing. This is beautifully written and laid out.

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  13. I liked this 3-part work, and I espevially loved number lll Grace. It filled me with a sense of speed and energy, something so fast that it is invisible to the eye, even if in the opening two lines, the plainness manifested in invisibility. I am probably reading in things you didn't intend, but I really liked this piece... :-)

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  14. I like the last part - the song you can't catch...may it always fly and sing songs of freedom.

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  15. Just lovely, particularly, 'the song you cant catch.'

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  16. i sense the subtle difference s between fleeting and invisible in your words though one an sometimes see them as the same - lovely poignant verses Grace

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  17. The song you can't catch--wonderful description. It's there, right on the edge of consciousness.

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  18. A gem, Grace! I love,

    "the ink traces
    & runs
    where my words could not’
    and "I am the song you can't catch"

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  19. "Where my palms are brittle
    cold as snow drops"
    These are the words that pulled me in the strongest. I feel cracked hands from the cold, and the zing of snow hitting skin (and the stark white of snowdrops.)

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  20. We keep precious treasures inside...invisible to others; thank you for sharing a glimpse of the lightning bird in your poetry, Grace.

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  21. Grace- I love how you've broken this into three and I love I am the song you can't catch. it's a beautiful play.

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  22. My favourite is the last line, it is just there ahead of me, a little too fast ...
    i am the song, you can't catch

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