Thursday, 6 December 2012

On autumn's last day



I.    For Flash Fiction Friday 

You smell of sea tide this morning,
Rough, unpinned edges, eager to soar away
Stretching wings in grey-blue sky, hearing only heartbeats from warmer shores

But I am unlike those geese migrating southward 
Season after season, roots dig deeper, leaves huddle closer 
For the last time,  I taste the plump pomegranate seeds you offer me    


II.   For D'verse Poetics

I will wait here by river's edge -
Wrapped in heated blanket of us
Sunlight flickers low in white mist
Maple trees still, breathless statues

As winter drapes like bridal veil 
I will wait here by river's edge -
Writing poems and letters to you
As you sail, wingspan gliding wide  

The days and nights collide like dream -
Icy crystals drops, snow castles -   
As I wait here by river's edge
Writing songs, words flowing like wine 

Ferments the anticipation
My hands weave our pictures and words
Into the emerald-spring frame -- 
Here, I will wait by river's edge


Posted for:   Flash Fiction Friday - Tell a story in 55 words - For the G-man.
And for D'verse Poets Pub - FormforAll - Quarterns - Written in 4 quatrains.

I was driving the 10 lane freeway yesterday and saw a flock of geese flying southward.  Winter, though light, is upon us in the city.   Thanks for the visit.

picture credit:   here

68 comments:

  1. nice...gorgeous nature imagery in each of them....first the 55, easy to see, i love the use of pom...as i really like their flavor...and the difference between you and them...

    your form, very nice as well...love the weaving of the hands there toward the end...winters bridal veil...the writing poems and notes...lots of cool elements...smiles.

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    1. Thanks Brian for the compliments and visit ~

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  2. nice images in this grace...the sitting by the river's edge, bridging the winter by writing letters and poem and waiting for the return...

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    1. I hope to be productive during winter, thanks Claudia ~

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  3. Beautiful and rich - a fluid tapestry, like the colors of autumn that seem to drip down a mountainside in fall. This has such rich colors and textures - and inherent there, drinking the vintage "from the brim to the dregs". Lovely.

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    1. Your comments are also poetic Gay ~ Thanks for the lovely challenge ~

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  4. 'Ferments the anticipation
    My hands weave our pictures and words...'
    you have become a real talented awesome poetess
    Always loved your work .. and a visit to your place is more than just a pleasure.

    D.

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    1. Thank you Dulce for the lovely words ~

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  5. Mmm...winter, maples, geese, outgoing tides, a blanket by the river~what's not to like!
    Loved it all, and STOP WATCHING HIGH FLYING GEESE WHILE MEANDERING OVER A 10 LANE HWY!
    Sheesh!:)

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    1. Rick, thanks for the reminder but I am a careful driver. Its just that when the sky is a lovely blue shade and sun is up, the sight is spectacular over the city. I wish I can take a picture, but this would be fool hardy. Have a lovely week ~

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  6. On 1: Persephone by the sea, hopefully only the pomegranate is hellish among the choices. Rooting is a definite positive.
    On 2: As wine ferments, getting better and better. The waiting in this poem does not feel like a sentence in a prison but like a time to grow and create. And a muse whose presence is palpable though absent.

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    1. Lovely points Susan ~ I think when the waiting is spent productively, then its not prison sentence at all ~ Thanks dear ~

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  7. Really beautiful, and I like " waiting by the river's edge "

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    1. Thank you and nice to meet you ~

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  8. wonderful visual of the season's change... nice job of getting into your character's head

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    1. Thank you for the compliments and visit ~

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  9. These are both awesome but the second one in particular is just incredible, it's so serene, peaceful and, dare I say it, heavenly? I love these, amazing job Heaven.

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    1. Heavenly, it is ~ Thanks Matthew ~

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  10. so many lovely poetical images within the second poem, Heaven!

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    1. Thank you Laurie ~ Love your Christmas offering ~

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  12. a real pleasrue reading this. i love the line you picked for the refrain in the second poem - the poem flows effortlessly down the page.
    wonderfully written, there's so much warmth in it.

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  13. Ah, the man to be receiving poetry from you; would be a treat. Love the images, the tenderness of your voice, your word choices. Both poems were great, I liked the use of form in the second, but enjoyed reading the first more, it sounded more like you and flowed very well. The second poem was great too :) I just enjoyed reading the first one out loud. Have I dug a deep enough hole?

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    1. You are very sweet to say so Henry ~ Well when I am writing with the form, my voice is structured as well ~ Thank you ~

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  14. #1 "You smell of sea tide this morning," I love this line, this is a poem I understand and it's beautiful

    #2 "Wrapped in heated blanket of us" "My hands weave our pictures and words" Love this poem as well, the images are stirring.

    I think you will continue to be very productive, giving us so much pleasure with your words.

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    1. Your comments are a joy to receive, thank you ~

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  15. The images just pile up with the second one, really enjoyed that under your sun. The first tingled the senses too. I hope a good night is had by you!

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  16. This is beautiful, Grace; and I am sure there will be beautiful letters written. Smiles.

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    1. I hope to be inspired still Mary ~ Thank you ~

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  17. Such longing, beautifully rendered here. I especially like the line, "wrapped in heated blankets of us." Truly fine work!

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  18. These are both nice poems, but I have to say I just love your Quartern! Very beautiful!

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  19. Pommegranites and Geese....
    Now that sounds like a New Years Eve Dinner!
    Or an awesome 55 inspired my Mother Nature.
    Thanks Grace for always adding a touch of Class to the Friday Funfest, You Rock The Planet.
    Have a Kick Ass Week-End

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  20. I always enjoy the lovely images of winter and nature in general...especially the way you bring them to life, Grace. You are very skilled in that way.

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  21. Letting go... and waiting. The imagery of winter gray and seeds (or berries) red are so striking to my mind. Very wistful, content to just be.

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  22. I like the part with the plump pomegranate seeds.
    Bittersweet and wistful.

    Thanks for doing Friday 55!
    Mine's here.

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  23. really nice imagery here and an outstanding pace/flow here. I really like the 55 too, love that second stanza there. Thanks

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  24. This was so pretty and serene, just like the picture. Your word choices were so ... tender. Really nice.

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  25. HORROR

    If winter drapes
    the bridal veil
    the summer shapes
    a blooming fail.

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  26. You've captured that inexplicable longing I feel as Autumn flees and the days shorten. When the geese take flight, part of me goes with them.

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  27. Great the way this builds up and the images overlap.

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  28. I had a lovely experience with geese flying overhead the other day-
    thanks for reminding me!

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  29. Both of these really capture the feelings I feel when winter begins to show. The tone is so serene. I really enjoyed these.

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  30. We just had another small round of snow and ice... yuck. Our geese left a few weeks ago.
    Loved all of your imagery here. Both are gentle yet very vibrant and alive.
    Hating the sub zero temps.

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  31. Now I feel like running out for some pomegranate.

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  32. ..hello Grace... i read this and i loved it.. full of descriptive, awe-inspiring observation on seasonal change... the notion of winter being viewed as bridal's veil is brilliant... smiles...

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  33. The imagery in both pieces is really gorgeous!

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  34. A lovely quatern, imbued with this magical feel, the waiting in a wonderland of sorts. Nice take on form.
    Gene

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  35. What beautifully visual poetry. Thanks.

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  36. Both poems are full of great lines and lush images - the blanket of us is especially lovely - the pomegranate- both are really very pretty poems. Huddled leaves. Lovely. k.

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  37. Lovely quartein...from personal experience, no doubt..

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  38. How beautiful, both your quatern and the first poem ~ but to focus on the quatern, because of it's structure it almost picks up the pace and rhythm of the river, a beautiful poem.

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  39. superb line from a very moving poem.
    The quatern was cleverly done. So much so that it seems instinctive.
    I enjoyed both poems immensely.

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  40. Beautiful scenery and descriptions of winter as it comes on. :) Much enjoyed.

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  41. I like the use of "you" and "I." There's some intimacy here.

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  42. Haunting and very romantic.

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  43. I love how they inspired your mind to start writing. You are like me - rooted.

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  44. "blanket of us" nice!

    it really is my pleasure reading you grace.

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  45. You have an amazing gift. Your words reach inside me.

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  46. i like what you've written, very much. pretty cool to see the geese.

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  47. Mixing food with Love? This the result??

    Very intimate I say. Yes, that is a gift. It just catches on with people who read this.

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  48. Erm I actually meant the other poem, but in my haste, I published it here.

    So I read this one too!

    You really brought your self out here very well I must say. You mustve written this as calm as those swans that can be pictured along with that image.

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