comes in all shades of blue
in the city sky
light-grey to midnight purple,
painting melancholy for all things
past - simple & wrapped in red ribbons,
bright faith of star lanterns along church street &
smell of freshly rolled rice cakes &
children's carefree laughter -
a father's heartbreak echoes in the wind,
shading dusk the bleakest canvas -
we are silent as the sun rises
on its toes,
slow richochet of orange spirals & pink pools,
dispeling the mist, softening the hard-
ened skein of maple trees yearning
for leaves --
the pavement trembles
between my pale cheeks and stomach --
suddenly, the sun is in your eyes - bright as
we munch on sugary doughnuts & sing lyrics
from the radio, we scatter
love notes along the way, happy just to be --
Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight - every Tuesday.
I am happy to share with you that my poem Bottled Memory is part of the Winter 2012 Issue of Emerge Literary Journal. I had originally written this based on Painting: “Bottles” by Borg de Nobel (picture at the left).
Wishing you Happy Holidays ~
nice...good job on the publication!!! the smell of rice cakes and childrens laughter with the heartbreak of a father...a mix of life, the good and hte bad and we roll with it...hard as it is...love that last line as well...we need more love and light right now..
ReplyDeleteYes we do ~ Thank you Brian for the support and encouragement ~
DeleteThis is such an awesome poem, I absolutely love this. Congratulations on the publication too, it's a great poem and more than deserving of it!
ReplyDeleteThank you Matthew ~
DeleteCongrats indeed here at your feed. Well deserved too and yeah have to deal with all, good and bad, at ones zoo.
ReplyDeleteThank you Pat ~
DeleteCongratulations on the publication...yes indeed. It is a lovely poem Grace. :)
ReplyDeleteYes, we roll with the good and the bad.
Thanks Bren ~ Have a great week ~
Deletelove the happy ending, Heaven!
ReplyDeleteI want this post to end on a positive note ~ Thanks Dezzy ~
Deletemunching doughnuts & singing lyrics from the radio sounds like a good thing to do on such a day...smiles...love that you included the rice cake smell...and congrats on the publication as well..smiles
ReplyDeleteI actually miss those rice cake smells at this time of the year ~ Thanks Claudia ~
Deletewhat a delightful poem, Grace. a sweet december morning with a tinge of light melancholy described so poetically feels almost like heaven indeed :)
ReplyDeleteThank you Yelena ~ Enjoy your break ~
DeleteWhat a very pretty poem - poignant slightly mournful really, but very lovely. k.
ReplyDeleteThanks K ~
DeleteLove the last three stanzas especially Grace--such a wonderfully vivid piece!
ReplyDeleteThank you Audrey ~
Deletecongrats on getting published!
ReplyDeletehappy to just be... I'm glad you ended on that note... there's so much terrible sadness around (everywhere it seems)... the joy and old-fashioned simplicity here is welcome
I have been sad the whole weekend ~
DeleteThank you Luke ~
Beautiful Grace. Congrats on Emerge! That's fantastic news.
ReplyDeleteThank you Laurie ~ This has been a blessed year for me ~
DeleteYes, congratulations! I also have never read such a description of morning. So vivid and clear and touches on so many topics, but ties up nice with thankfulness just to be here. Excellente!
ReplyDeleteThank you Henry ~
DeleteSo pleased for you hon, congrats! This is excellent work, as always, a pleasure to read :)
ReplyDeleteThank you Poppy for the visit and lovely words ~
DeleteA wonderful write! Congratulations on the publication!
ReplyDeleteThank you Charles ~
DeleteSuch a lovely piece of art. Thanks for sharing, Heaven! Congratulations on getting published! ♥ ♥
ReplyDeletewonderful and congrats! Sheila
ReplyDeleteCongratulations, Grace. Lovey poem!
ReplyDeleteCongratulations, Grace! That's wonderful. :)
ReplyDeleteI love all the coloring, especially here:
"light-grey to midnight purple,
painting melancholy for all things"
I love this whole section:
"we are silent as the sun rises
on its toes,
slow richochet of orange spirals & pink pools,
dispeling the mist, softening the hard-
ened skein of maple trees yearning
for leaves --
the pavement trembles
between my pale cheeks and stomach"
congrats! that's exciting news!
ReplyDeletenow, i wasn't in the spirit of christmas, but after reading your poem here...
i am! gorgeous!
You paint a great picture of December morning...the cold harsh reality mixed with warmth of little joys...x Congrads on publication!
ReplyDelete...and you paint with words... what a familiar poem or rather a song in every December morn.... and wow.. congratz for getting published... and goodluck for more... smiles...
ReplyDeletehappy just to be --
ReplyDeleteThe whole poem leads to these four words. A triumph.
So love this poem ... so glad to have your poems in my life ... Blessed be, cat.
ReplyDeletebeautiful words and lines
ReplyDeleteCongratulations on your poem being published, Grace! that's wonderful!
ReplyDeleteHappy Holidays!
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Many congratulations, Grace! The poem deserves a wider audience, as it expresses a range of emotions with imagery and precision. Well done. Happy Holidays!
ReplyDeleteCongratulations Grace. I think your poem is so good, it truly deserves to be published. I love your thoughts of love, life and the way you express them. I'm so happy for you.
ReplyDeleteDecember morning DOES come in all shades of blue in the city sky! :-) Happy Holidays!!!
ReplyDeleteohhh how refreshing is that :) Love your name Heaven! congradulations you are a talented poet :)
ReplyDelete"softening the hard-
ReplyDeleteened skein of maple trees yearning
for leaves -- "... beautiful Grace... congratulations!!!
congrats on the publication Grace. Happy holidays to you too
ReplyDeleteWonderful imagery. It also feels approriately seasonal.
ReplyDeleteCongrats, Grace. A couple of things that struck me in this were your details and the use of contrast.
ReplyDeletefinished project always encouraging... a big congrats... love the color in this piece
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