Sunday, 15 July 2012

Yesterday's dreams



                                                          artwork by Jack Vettriano


you gifted me with palette of colors
every brushstroke,  rushing wave  
every curved line,  weeping music 
words quivered from my lips,  
seeping deeply your wine-cupped hands,
eager to stain the white sky


now as i gaze outside the window,
every traffic light changing, falling rain  
every hour passing, wilting red poppy 
words hang precariously on slopes and edges 
of me, sharply descending into white oblivion    
   
     
reluctantly, i wait 



  
Posted for:   The Mag : Yesterday's Dreams by Jack Vettriano
and Poets United ~

48 comments:

  1. You captured waiting for a lover very well.

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  2. I especially like "wilting red poppy words"...

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  3. Some imagery powerful and sweet at the same time. Beautiful tale of waiting.

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  4. Quite an innovative take on waiting ... loved it :-)

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  5. the contrast between the two stanzas is effective and moving. great piece, as always.

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  6. Waiting is the worst part, can take forever in a few minutes.

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  7. Loved it ...thank you for sharing x

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  8. colours are the biggest gift!

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  9. Ahh... love this... especially the second stanza.

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  10. 'words hang precariously on slopes and edges
    of me, sharply descending into white oblivion'
    Beautiful imagery Heaven.

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  11. Such lush and beautiful images. A delight to read.

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  12. Superb imagery slippery on the mind's tongue...

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  13. Beautiful take on the picture!

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  14. I so enjoyed the palette of colors and sensations shining from this poem. Thank you for sharing, Heaven. =D

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  15. An interesting interpretation of this image - it is so devoid of colour, so I was intrigued by the way you added in colour yourself and explained why they had drained away.

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  16. What was...what is! But in the "what was", the stain suggests all is not to last. And the stain grows in the second stanza! Beautiful!

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  17. I agree with DDT, loved the words worn as a garment, but just barely. Lovely write
    Rick

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  18. Dear Heaven,
    Such a talent you are!! Foolish is the man that make you wait...

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  19. Your poem is lovely ... 'wilting red poppy words' ... I see them/hear them.

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  20. Your imagery is stunning as always. I checked out your French poem below too and added DVerse to my blogging list. I'm going to have a go one of these days. Bit late for the July 14 prompt which I would have loved. D.

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  21. To everyone: Thanks for the lovely words and visits ~ I appreciate them ~

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  22. you gifted me with a palette of colors...

    you are gifted with words. I love the relationship between the two stanzas. :)

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  23. nice...great imagery and you capture a depth of feeling that culminates in the words hanging precariously on the slopes and edges...slipping off into oblivion...nice close grace...

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  24. This is a superb piece, beautifully written and evocative. I very much enjoyed this. Thanks :)

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  25. Very well penned....and I find myself wondering what she is waiting for, actually wonder what anyone waits for!

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  26. It is difficult to be kept waiting by a lover. You've got the urgency and need of young intense love very well.

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  27. Lovely poetic duality...white sky/ white oblivion..waiting.

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  28. Some very good descriptive phrases, I especially like the last tw lines.

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  29. oohh! i love this!

    and i love his paintings.
    your words fit perfectly!

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  30. Very well crafted Heaven! Ever the sensuous take as always!


    Hank

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  31. Romantic and heart wrenching at the same time!

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  32. reluctantly i wait...thanks for this.

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  33. I could see those wilted red poppy words.

    Really nice work.

    =)

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  34. Replete with imagery. Hope she doesn't wait too long.

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  35. Lovely poem and appropriate picture. Good one Heaven

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  36. Wilting red poppy words... mmm...nice one. :)

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  37. Goes so well with the pic...great write....

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  38. Will her wait be worth it? Lovely piece!

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  39. Delicate merging of subject and object, as though she had agreed to pose for the artist , only to realise with a start she had somehow become a part of the painting. Thanks

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  40. A beautifully sad write Heaven....i love it! :-)

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  41. sad but beautifully penned... love it...

    JJRod'z

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  42. "sharply descending into white oblivion"--I like that. Lovely stuff. Thank you.

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