smudge me with your
light
truffled pink
whorled alabaster
i am newborn
as unrhymed
word
press upon me
courage of mustard seeds
tenacity of greens
hope of pods & pear
trees
dappled in fading
honeysuckle,
to cradle divinity
blossoming
in
split-seconds
falling
fallen
stars
Peony from my garden
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I love your colour descriptions here Grace:
ReplyDelete'truffled pink
whorled alabaster'
'tenacity of greens'
- such unusual and striking imagery, which brought to mind the smudging ceremony. Beautiful!
I got lost in all those wonderful imagery... until I came upon the honeysuckle that is blooming all around our neighborhood... such a wonderful scent.
ReplyDeleteThat's a beautiful picture. I love the ending - falling stars, falling petals...but the whole thing is so well painted. Beautiful.
ReplyDelete2nd try on commenting. lovely photo and imagery in your poem.
ReplyDeleteWow, the smudging of light is such a beautiful use of the word. I really love "i am newborn as unrhymed word" and the trailing of words in the end.
ReplyDeleteThis is stunning, Grace.
ReplyDeleteLovely, from the title on. I really like the "courage of mustard seeds."
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ReplyDeleteSuch imagery! Beautiful writing. Love that lst line. Well done!
ReplyDeleteYes, such beauty in your words and somehow it evokes a sense of tender imagery, and your own peony from your garden is lovely, Grace.
ReplyDeletei grew up in the part of england that grows a famous brand of english mustard. your courage of mustard seed took me straight back to those memories thanks.
ReplyDelete"...Courage, Tenacity, Hope..."
ReplyDeleteMarvelous work, Grace
A great poem Grace! I love all the flowers and how you show their short-lived life. The petal falling ending is perfect! Well done!
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Love the structure of a double spacing cascading down in the close. Gives a feeling of movements and mobility as in your poem. Innovative presentation, Grace!
Hank
I feel smudged by the divine as I read each verse! A favorite: "press upon me courage of mustard seeds, tenacity of greens, hope of pods & pear trees" 💗
ReplyDeleteNicely done Grace
ReplyDeleteSmudge me with your light, beautiful and so are the images of the honeysuckles and stars.
ReplyDeletewe are but stardust ~
ReplyDeleteGrace this is lovely! I loved these lines in particular (wish I'd thought of them!) -
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as unrhymed
word
Yours,
David
Wow - wonderful poem. Love all of it. I see the brief beauty of the peony before its petals fall.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully written! I love looking at the sky and also flowers and your peony is so pretty! :)
ReplyDeleteGorgeous imagery in this beauty of a poem, Grace. Also, I happen to love peonies.
ReplyDeleteSuch beautiful words and imagery! And that pink peony!
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