Saturday, 24 November 2012

Preparing to fall





fear trickles
slow descent 

of black and red 
dewdrops, pale sheen

reflects diminishing energy    
under duvet of gathering night 

rusting slowly, i recall 
fleeting moments like taste

of curry powder in choco-
late mousse, arching

of limbs in deep pleasure,
sated lips under the sweet rain-

waiting is short -   
before i could soak earthly flavors -  

the first frost falls,  
its white and delicate hands heavy on my throat -    

no mental preparation is adequate
for the sharp cut of separation, raw-stained  

pain stinging eyes, water rising 
and flooding the fragile chest --  

bare of seeds and thirsty blooms,
now crumbling faster than sands-- 

it was never a question of 
if and when, but how

in grieving and accepting,  
i fall with a graceful sweep--


Posted for:   D'verse Poets Pub - Poetics:  Preparation is the key ~ Thanks for the visit ~ Sorry if I am slow in going around but I can't seem to see the D'verse Mr Linky :-(  

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45 comments:

  1. under duvet of gathering night...smiles...like that....and all the movement as well....nice nod to gloria as well...i love pepper in chocolate..lots of great texture in the rust and frost...i feel a cold chill in the end of your verse....

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    1. Thank you Brian for the support and encouragement ~ Yes, that curry in chocolate came from Gloria ~

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    2. I thought the same thing =)

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  2. So many phrases to like in here. The hands of frost around your throat, the inevitability of the separation, it all felt like sand falling through the timer, elegant as always...

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  3. A stunning poem, Grace. Grieving and accepting -- alike in some ways, different in some others. Neither is easy!

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    1. I agree Mary ~ Thanks for the wonderful prompt ~

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  4. Yes, acceptance is the key, but we can grieve about it. Love the symbolism of the plant... lovely picture, too.

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    1. It is the key Laurie ~ Thanks for the compliment and visit ~

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  5. We've had a few nights of hard frost here now. Snow expected tomorrow. Not much but, enough to let us know winter is not far away now.
    Never heard of curry powder or, pepper in chocolate.
    Beautiful poem.

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    1. Winter is teasing us but its still a good autumn ~

      Thanks for the compliments and visit Bren ~

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  6. Have to move on and accept after a while I guess, even if lie is a mess, those frosty nights though you can keep haha

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    1. Not yet frosty but getting colder ~ Thanks Pat ~

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  7. Moving through the stages in the key to letting go and moving forward, to letting go.

    Beautifully written, as always - thank you!

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    1. I agree Elsie ~ Love your gratitude list ~

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  8. Very moving poem...In the silence after reading it I can hear a pin drop as my heart still feels the ache of loss.

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      Nice to meet you ~

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  9. A beautiful poem, I especially like the lines "the first frost falls,
    its white and delicate hands heavy on my throat - " perhaps because the feeling is familiar.

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    1. Yes, the coming of winter ~ Thanks for the visit Ellecee ~

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  10. Your words paint pictures. which require reflection and contemplation in equal measure. Thank you for sharing your gifts.

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  11. This is such a great piece of writing Heaven, Sir Knight says it best, you create vivid and wonderful pictures that stick in my mind, love it so much. It's risque and it's sultry despite being in my mind a simple ode to Fall, and there's nothing wrong with that, in fact it's the opposite.

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  12. I love this:
    "late mousse, arching

    of limbs in deep pleasure,
    sated lips under the sweet rain-

    waiting is short -
    before i could soak earthly flavors"

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  13. The color and emotion work incredibly together.

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    1. I appreciate your lovely words Ben ~ Thanks ~

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  14. duvet of gathering night - love that one, Grace!

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  15. This is beautifully, beautifully written! Every line flowing beautifully down the page, culminating in a perfect closing line.

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    1. Thanks for the support and encouragement Sherry ~

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  16. Grace--this is so beautifully written. However, it is also so gorgeously sensual that I just want to roll around in the words and images again, instead of writing an intelligent comment about it. Shame on me--that is exactly what I'm going to do.

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    1. Go right ahead...I have no problems with it..he..he....

      Thanks for visit Susan ~

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  17. Sweet lust, and yet I read it as Sweet death. Just goes to show where my mind is.

    Honestly though, I saw it, as I read, the letting go of life in that moment when you know it is gone. . .

    Sorry, had a heart attack two years ago, it took me back there...

    Beautifully done!

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  18. Lovely word pictures in this. Other's say death, I pictured the end of a love affair and know that intention of "handling" it well. I'd say you are sweeping gracefully.

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  19. a beautiful and moving piece G

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  20. some tight images...the hands of frost on the throat...the pain stinging..the water flooding the fragile chest..in those moments we well our fragility in full force i think

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  21. no mental preparation is adequate
    for the sharp cut of separation, raw-stained

    So true. The whole poem rings true.

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  22. I definitely can relate to the sting of separation. I had no idea how sharp it could be, nor how uunprepared for it I was. Awesome write, Grace!

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  23. I can almost see this about to fall. :-)

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  24. Falling with style is damn near flying.
    A lovely write, Grace
    Melancholy well spiced

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  25. strong thoughts here Grace, really tied in perfectly with the seasonal imagery choices throughout. Great write. Thanks

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  26. you make me read and read again your words ..
    they seduce and tempt me no end ..
    Loved this one all the more ..

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  27. every time i read you grace, your words...

    just get more sublime.

    xxx

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  28. Oh Grace, how aptly you are named! Your narrator, whether sky or sweat or earth or a single woman is telling a true story in the graceful sweep of couplets. We have two eyes, of course, but tears are not symmetrical.

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