"Everyday in every way I’m getting better and better" - Emile Coue
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
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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...
ReplyDeleteGreat imagery - for me the ink melts and runs like ice water, the words are lost.
ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful invisibility, Grace, especially
ReplyDelete‘…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!
Beautiful imagery.
ReplyDeleteThe title and numbering. . . this made me think of a sort of folk tale-riddle.
ReplyDeleteSo many beautiful lines: "the ink traces
& runs
where my words could not"
And that last line, too!
I very much like the image in the last stanza of the elusive lightning bird hidden inside the plain little brown bird.
ReplyDeleteIncredible choices, Grace. Stanza 2 stands out to me; somehow I relate to it. Breath and love, both invisible, both essential for a full life.
ReplyDeletethe 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...
ReplyDeleteSuch gorgeous aspects of invisibility captured in your words, Grace!❤️ I am in love with the second stanza!!
ReplyDeleteA song you can't catch is a great line. Great imagery indeed.
ReplyDeleteI love the idea of being a song you can't catch...
ReplyDeleteWell done Grace!
The bird with lightning feathers, the song you cant catch....wonderful!
ReplyDelete"the song you can't catch" - what lovely phrasing. This is beautifully written and laid out.
ReplyDeleteI 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... :-)
ReplyDeleteI like the last part - the song you can't catch...may it always fly and sing songs of freedom.
ReplyDeleteJust lovely, particularly, 'the song you cant catch.'
ReplyDeletei 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
ReplyDeleteThe song you can't catch--wonderful description. It's there, right on the edge of consciousness.
ReplyDeleteLove those last two lines!
ReplyDeleteA gem, Grace! I love,
ReplyDelete"the ink traces
& runs
where my words could not’
and "I am the song you can't catch"
"Where my palms are brittle
ReplyDeletecold 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.)
We keep precious treasures inside...invisible to others; thank you for sharing a glimpse of the lightning bird in your poetry, Grace.
ReplyDeleteGrace- 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.
ReplyDeleteMy favourite is the last line, it is just there ahead of me, a little too fast ...
ReplyDeletei am the song, you can't catch