imagine this - your body lifting fancy free
to fields, as if you are seeder of words
to sky, as if you are gatherer of cottonweeds
to sea, as if you are fisher of night stars
to fields, as if you are seeder of words
knuckled & knotted, you lay them on canvas
wielding ink & pen, you blade them to exotic fruits
to sky, as if you are gatherer of cottonweeds
tying a bouqet of wildflowers & sunflowers
you find your footing, right here, drawing ships
to sea, as if you are fisher of night stars
floating in the primal scream of your longing, you
fly on stilettos! you bead starlight all the way to the moon!
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Trimeric form which was invented by Dr. Charles Stone. Please join us when the pub door opens at 3pm EST.
I’ve spent much of this morning researching / reading Dr. Stone’s poetry. He is “amazing” thanks for the introduction to a new form (for me.)
ReplyDeleteThe trimeric you composed is breathtaking.
I think as a poet you can be all of these things you imagined in your poem, Grace! So beautifully woven. Enchanting! And I love the image, I remember the prompt featuring the artwork of Catrin Welz-Stein.
ReplyDeleteWow, wow, wow! This is incredibly stunning, Grace 😍 I love the natural flow, the tone and cadence here. This particular bit stood out for me; "to sky, as if you are gatherer of cottonweeds tying a bouqet of wildflowers & sunflowers you find your footing, right here, drawing ships."💝
ReplyDeleteOh... I really feel as a poet we can travel with our words as wings, over land and over sea... and to the sky.
ReplyDeleteOur pens has that power
Oh, to be a fisher of night stars—lovely image.
ReplyDeleteGrace,
ReplyDeleteOur imagination gives us wings. I love this line: "wielding ink & pen, you blade them to exotic fruits" Just beautiful. Thanks for introducing us to the trimeric, by the way. Enjoyed experimenting with it!
pax, dora
That's my favorite line too!
DeleteThis was a lovely poem Grace!
Sincerely,
David
You started with a wonderful framework in your first stanza and then sparkled the rest with magic. Nicely done!
ReplyDeletep.s. the ms_lili comment is mine
ReplyDeleteLovely images. Lovely story.
ReplyDeleteto sea, as if you are fisher of night stars
ReplyDeletefloating in the primal scream of your longing, you
fly on stilettos! you bead starlight all the way to the moon!
Love the feelings of mobility and movements in your flight of fancy, Grace! How nice to be able to be free.
Hank
I could imagine this and felt myself float with your words. The perfect artwork. I remember writing to her work before. It was great fun and imaginative.
ReplyDeleteGreat work, Grace! Flying on stilettos!!!
ReplyDeleteThanks for the intro to this form.
It's late, so I'll hafta read & comment on other MTBs tomorrow. Thanks again.
"floating in the primal scream of your longing."
ReplyDeletedreamy with the right hint of intensity and melancholy, Grace:
ReplyDeletefloating in the primal scream of your longing, you
fly on stilettos! you bead starlight all the way to the moon!
ahhhh.
I love your flights of fancy, wonderful feeling of inspiration and weightlessness.
ReplyDeleteI am transported, Grace. I simply love the whole landscape here. This line, though: "To sea, as if you are fisher of night stars."<3
ReplyDeleteThat sounds like a wonderful journey!
ReplyDeleteI''d be so exceptionally happy and content in that world~
ReplyDeleteGreat poem, Grace. Love "flying on stilettos"
ReplyDeleteoh this is beautiful Grace! Love the expanse of the piece — so well written!
ReplyDeleteWhat a fun form. Thanks for the introduction. And by golly, what a lovely one you penned. Enjoyed it tremendously. Atta girl! She knows how to fly.
ReplyDeleteBeading starlight to the moon! What a lovely description of what the poet in all of us does, whether we know we're poets or not.
ReplyDeletelyric as a bedtime tale, Grace ~
ReplyDeleteEvery poet's dream - to know what there is to know, and then to share.
ReplyDeleteYou are an amazing poet
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