Thursday, January 14, 2021

Waltzing at night

 

this notebook is a bear

-hug I need

warm as fuzzy blanket

on winter night


my pen stirs the soup

of longing sun

of butterfly wishes

of spring seeds & peppermint sky


and i am there

with you


each page, smooth

spoonful of sugar custard


each chapter, drum

-beat of heady blues & wine


i fold its hands

cupped with sangria flowers

of my secrets



Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - MTB:   Personification and Imagery.  Use any or both of these poetic devices in your poem.

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21 comments:

  1. This is exquisitely drawn, Grace!💝 I especially admire; "each page, smooth spoonful of sugar custard/each chapter, drum-beat of heady blues & wine."💝

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  2. I so wish I could keep up a relationship with a notebook... it's so much cooler than the keyboard I'm using.

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  3. I love the notebook bear hug, Grace, the soup-stirring pen, and especially the lines:
    ‘i fold its hands
    cupped with sangria flowers
    of my secrets’.

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  4. Such comforting, warming winter images in your lines, Grace:
    of longing sun

    of butterfly wishes

    of spring seeds & peppermint sky

    Even the secrets have a warmth to them as they imply sharing. I love the 'bear/-hug I need' to open as well!

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  5. Exactly what folks in the Northern Hemisphere needed to read ~~ those cold snowy places. Instant warmth in lots of ways, all good.💜

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  6. All the longing for summer, warmth and a particular person is there. Lovely images.

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  7. the aura of yearning, to give and receive, shines here

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  8. Heady blues drumbeat and sangria flowers....aaaahhhhh

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  9. Ah, pen and notebook hold secrets, thoughts half-formed and full-blown. A great write, Grace.

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  10. a fuzzy blanket of a poem, I like the imagery and the compactness of the form and particularly
    "my pen stirs the soup
    of longing sun"
    Jim

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  11. Sigh. Love.

    “of butterfly wishes
    of spring seeds & peppermint sky”

    “each chapter, drum
    -beat of heady blues & wine”

    “cupped with sangria flowers”

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  12. This is a beautiful homage to your notebook. I regard my journal as an appendage! I particularly love these lovely lines ... 🥰

    my pen stirs the soup

    of longing sun

    of butterfly wishes

    of spring seeds & peppermint sky



    and i am there

    with you

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  13. i fold its hands
    cupped with sangria flowers
    of my secrets

    That's exactly what a notebook does - keeping tabs and keeping secrets as all being personal!

    Hank

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  14. Amazing how you give life to inanimate objects! Wonderfully rendered.

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  15. a deep warmth in your tribute to your diary which holds all sorts of secrets of sun, soup, wishes and flowers ...

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  16. my pen stirs the soup
    of longing sun
    of butterfly wishes
    of spring seeds & peppermint sky

    definitely a meal I'd enjoy!

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  17. I too like the line of the pen stirring the soup... that is exactly what poets do! A great poem Grace!

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  18. as a bookworm myself I really loved the personification!

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  19. my pen stirs the soup

    of longing sun

    of butterfly wishes

    of spring seeds & peppermint sky

    I picked this out, and then I scrolled down and discovered EVERYONE had picked it out, too. I love the idea of the pen as spoon. Soup is featuring heavily at the moment in our diet - I love the way you can throw things in and something delicious comes out at the end - a little like this poem.

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  20. The line breaks are evocative. This is a poem that needs to be read aloud.

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  21. Lovely piece Grace - I particularly liked the first line - notebook as a bear / bear-hug - speaks to both the comfort and the struggle of creation.

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