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 ~
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You captured waiting for a lover very well.
ReplyDeleteI especially like "wilting red poppy words"...
ReplyDeleteSome imagery powerful and sweet at the same time. Beautiful tale of waiting.
ReplyDeleteQuite an innovative take on waiting ... loved it :-)
ReplyDeletethe contrast between the two stanzas is effective and moving. great piece, as always.
ReplyDeleteWaiting is the worst part, can take forever in a few minutes.
ReplyDeleteLoved it ...thank you for sharing x
ReplyDeletecolours are the biggest gift!
ReplyDeletesuperb!
ReplyDeleteNice imagery!!
ReplyDeleteAhh... love this... especially the second stanza.
ReplyDelete'words hang precariously on slopes and edges
ReplyDeleteof me, sharply descending into white oblivion'
Beautiful imagery Heaven.
Such lush and beautiful images. A delight to read.
ReplyDeleteSuperb imagery slippery on the mind's tongue...
ReplyDeleteBeautiful take on the picture!
ReplyDeleteI so enjoyed the palette of colors and sensations shining from this poem. Thank you for sharing, Heaven. =D
ReplyDeleteAn 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.
ReplyDeleteWhat 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!
ReplyDeleteI agree with DDT, loved the words worn as a garment, but just barely. Lovely write
ReplyDeleteRick
Dear Heaven,
ReplyDeleteSuch a talent you are!! Foolish is the man that make you wait...
Your poem is lovely ... 'wilting red poppy words' ... I see them/hear them.
ReplyDeleteYour 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.
ReplyDeleteTo everyone: Thanks for the lovely words and visits ~ I appreciate them ~
ReplyDeleteyou gifted me with a palette of colors...
ReplyDeleteyou are gifted with words. I love the relationship between the two stanzas. :)
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...
ReplyDeleteThis is a superb piece, beautifully written and evocative. I very much enjoyed this. Thanks :)
ReplyDeleteVery well penned....and I find myself wondering what she is waiting for, actually wonder what anyone waits for!
ReplyDeleteWonderful take on that image.
ReplyDeleteIt is difficult to be kept waiting by a lover. You've got the urgency and need of young intense love very well.
ReplyDeleteLovely poetic duality...white sky/ white oblivion..waiting.
ReplyDeleteSome very good descriptive phrases, I especially like the last tw lines.
ReplyDeleteoohh! i love this!
ReplyDeleteand i love his paintings.
your words fit perfectly!
Very well crafted Heaven! Ever the sensuous take as always!
ReplyDeleteHank
Nicely put together.
ReplyDeleteRomantic and heart wrenching at the same time!
ReplyDeletereluctantly i wait...thanks for this.
ReplyDeleteI could see those wilted red poppy words.
ReplyDeleteReally nice work.
=)
Replete with imagery. Hope she doesn't wait too long.
ReplyDeleteLovely poem and appropriate picture. Good one Heaven
ReplyDeleteWilting red poppy words... mmm...nice one. :)
ReplyDeleteGoes so well with the pic...great write....
ReplyDeleteVery vivid.
ReplyDeleteWill her wait be worth it? Lovely piece!
ReplyDeleteSublime, Heaven!
ReplyDeleteDelicate 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
ReplyDeleteA beautifully sad write Heaven....i love it! :-)
ReplyDeletesad but beautifully penned... love it...
ReplyDeleteJJRod'z
"sharply descending into white oblivion"--I like that. Lovely stuff. Thank you.
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