my face, blank canvas
my body, sand and stone
until
you unlock me:
riddles, stories, rings, colors
your beating heart
is my green flag, furling sorrows
to songs, stamping the sky
blue, rubbing saffron & spice
on every blurred page of my book-
my northward wind
you gift me: autumn's eye
drawing character lines on my face
my wrinkled hands hold closely
pot of red olives & spring seeds, i
am
sailing deeper & further across tides
& mountains
with you
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Oh, by the end I felt like a migratory bird heading southward... autumn seems to be here I think
ReplyDeleteFreedom "with you". Yum work. Thanks
ReplyDeletevery evocative and premonitionary, and the saffron and spice hid me in Egypt, a world away from you except by wind. a beautiful write, Grace
ReplyDeleteLovely voyage I to Thou in thee here. Such hope and assurance of a welcoming shore.
ReplyDeleteRich with color and texture, Grace, and oh so dreamy. I love that sailing "across and tides and mountains with you" ending.
ReplyDeleteoh...how I've missed reading your work my friend. The texture to your poem is remarkably healing and wonderful. The ending was breath-taking.
ReplyDeleteLove where the prompt took you! And really enjoyed these lines especially:
ReplyDelete"your beating heart
is my green flag"
"my northward wind
you gift me: autumn's eye"
I became almost trance-like as I read your beautiful poetry! Thank you for the challenge, the art ......
ReplyDeleteNice one, luv the spirit of freedom
ReplyDeleteMuch♡love
What a wonderful welcome to Autumn! Beautifully written.
ReplyDelete'furling sorrows
to songs, stamping the sky
blue, rubbing saffron & spice
on every blurred page of my book'
A lovely portrayal of autumn. Your use of word choices are always enticing to the senses.
ReplyDeleteI like that we both saw sand. I like these lines a lot: “your beating heart
ReplyDeleteis my green flag, furling sorrows
to songs, stamping the sky
blue”
Lovely imagery.
ReplyDeleteA lyrical balm, a magical voyage - beautiful, Grace...
ReplyDeleteI love that you saw autumn in the image, Grace, and wrote a gentle love poem, especially in the lines:
ReplyDelete‘you unlock me:
riddles, stories, rings, colors
your beating heart
is my green flag, furling sorrows
to songs, stamping the sky
blue…’
I also love ‘autumn's eye drawing character lines on my face’.
This is such a beautiful, evocative poem, Grace. I love where the image took you--the metaphorical, personification of autumn.
ReplyDeleteI hear a singing heart, green with summer, on the wing.
ReplyDeleteAn interesting poem, Grace. That is quite the painting! I could not quite find a connection to it!
ReplyDelete"furling sorrows to songs". Great line Grace, a beautiful poem. JIM
ReplyDeleteNo-one does love poems so beautifully as you!
ReplyDeleteI read a beautiful love story here, one that has been tested and has stood the test of time.
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