Why are your words creased
in moon’s indigo carbon copy,
a blue my eyes cannot hold?
Why are my morning legs
ice-struck at dawn,
yet lift like pollen
when you place flowers in my hands?
Why does this story tugs at my ribs
toward opposite tides-
heavy as wet wool after rain,
light as dust drifting through an emptied room?
Why do my lips freeze into chalk
while my chest is a raging engine
along uneven tracks?
Why is the night crusted in salt,
unmeasured beats
between the high cries of loons?
My fingers tremble against cold glass
before the question crosses my tongue.
Are moonseeds blooming where breath should be?
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this trips the light fantastic so brilliantly - certainly tugged at my ribs on every re-read
ReplyDeleteSuch a stunning example of the craft, Grace, showing us how it’s done, I love the metaphor, the ‘words creased in moon’s indigo carbon copy’, the similes ‘heavy as wet wool after rain, light as dust drifting through an emptied room’ and the image of a ‘night crusted in salt’.
ReplyDeleteI want to see those blooms.
ReplyDelete"Why do my lips freeze into chalk
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along uneven tracks?" I loved this line! What a great example for your prompt.
OMG
ReplyDeletei wish i had written this, luv it soooo much
Much love
This is a wonderful example of the art Grace fabulous imagery I relate especially to the second stanza🩷
ReplyDeleteSo excellent Grace!
ReplyDeleteMost beautiful lines, all. I was smitten by stanza 2 and made happy with your final line. So beautiful in its entirety. May you get lots of flowers. always. xo, Selma
ReplyDeleteImpossible to pick out favourite lines, Grace - its all as beautiful as Moonseeds...
ReplyDeleteI love how gradually the stanzas shorten. Great poem, Grace.
ReplyDeleteGrace, you had me at the "blue carbon copies" ~ and you set the bar impossibly high for everyone who followed. Cheers. [ yes, I have composed my obit ... and it has my personality all over it. ]
ReplyDeleteThat first stanza is fantastic! It reminds me though that youngsters today won't know the origin of the phrase 'carbon copy' and that my job as an English teacher is consistently safe! Haha!
DeleteGrace, such beauty in your questions! The similes you use and the opposing imagery you create is a masterclass in writing.
ReplyDeleteoh wow! I like the contrasting images you painted in your poems. What beautiful lines you have here.
ReplyDeleteI'm ravished by the beauty of these questing lines, sprung as they are from the very roots of the love of nature.
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