Monday, February 5, 2024

sky-painting

a cup of tea

simmers with aroma


you sip its warmth

as blues shuffles the air


evoking happy times-

you write your verses


imagining time is splatter of color

you draw on sands


vermillion sky-

mumuration of starlings-


you, being carried away

on clouds



Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille hosted by Lillian.  This is a 44 word post with the chosen word - Imagine.  Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.


19 comments:

  1. I love that wonderful ending, even though it sounds like there is a lot of loss where only imagination can provide solace.

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  2. yes, love where you took the word, Grace.

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  3. I LOVE this, Grace. I am especially smitten with these words:
    "imagining time is splatter of color"
    I'd like a palette of vibrant colors please....nothing dull....all happy colors!

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  4. What a lovely poem to read on a cold February night, Grace! And that cup of tea simmering with aroma - I’ll have to make one now!

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  5. what a stunning way to remember a loved one

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  6. Your words are a mini-meditation. You had me at cup of tea. And I love “as blue shuffles the air” and “you, being carried away
    on clouds”

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  7. Luv that there are three piems i this one

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  8. Beautifully done. I love the feel of imagination in your poem.

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  9. Love it, Grace! It is always a good day that starts with a cup of tea.

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  10. Very dreamy, it sounds like thinking of happier times. 💙

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  11. Grace, I love the imagery of warmth and tranquility!

    Sincerely,
    David
    SkepticsKaddish.com

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  12. "as blues shuffles the air" sets the atmosphere perfectly, Grace, as our thoughts shuffle after yours, in tune, "being carried away on clouds." 🩵

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  13. "you, being carried away on clouds" ... can be read so many ways. I love the mystery and imagery. "You" could be me, carried away after this stressful corporate America day, needing that cup of tea evoking happy times. I love poetry that provides what the reader needs, giving us a palate but letting us read into it what we will.

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  14. Oh clouds do seed the imagination!

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  15. I was really there, you took me there, evocative.

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