Saturday, 23 February 2013

Night roses




at night, red roses
       shrivel like fearful poems,
       afraid of slightest light & breeze -
   
blossoming petals
       hide under bed skirts,
       ashamed of bold & silky thoughts -    
               
round leaves falter
       under weight of thorny encounters,
       hesitant in its footing-

 lost is the fragrant
      water, that oils the tongue,
      sweeter than red wine & cream-

 one by one, petals fall
      like dead language-
      & i, alone & sleep-starved, 

 don't remember why it is even there -  
Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Poetics:   Dominant Impression in Artistic Description - Hosted by Kelvin S.M. ~  Thanks for the visit ~   
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45 comments:

  1. Brian Miller23 February 2013 at 15:11

    really nice focus on touch and texture in this grace....the petals of the flower...their bold & silky thoughts...the round and thorn...suggestive as well...the falling like dead language as well is a cool touch...very nice...

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  2. Outcast23 February 2013 at 15:16

    I'm with Brian, I just love the way it all kind of weaves itself together, beautiful stuff.

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  3. Anonymous23 February 2013 at 15:23

    beautifully done...tender, temporary, and sensual, as the gift of roses tend to be.

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    1. Scarlet23 February 2013 at 15:41

      Thank you for the gift of encouragement ~

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  4. kelvin s.m.23 February 2013 at 15:30

    ...wonderful interpretation Grace... you do give really beautiful artistic descriptions here... the shrivel like fearful poems.. hide under bed skirt... thorny encounters... the dead language... ah, so many careful selections that i really like... and like the bloody roses blossoming in the night inside a half lighted room your poem really bleeds a thousand ways of stillness & fear of nearing retirement...great write...smiles...

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    1. Scarlet23 February 2013 at 15:41

      Thank you for the wonderful painting & inspiration Kelvin ~

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  5. Mary23 February 2013 at 15:57

    This is a wonderful poem in response to the painting, Grace. I especially like the way you expressed that petals fall like dead language, which is an excellent and evocative simile.

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  6. Kathy Reed23 February 2013 at 16:07

    ..this is very nice with your 'sweet red wine and cream'..lost fragrance...evoking great images throughout ;)

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  7. Anonymous23 February 2013 at 16:07

    so descriptive - loved the thorny encounter and the final four lines - beautiful! K

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  8. ScottlB23 February 2013 at 16:29

    Red roses shrivel like fearful poems, nice touch.

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  9. Wolfsrosebud23 February 2013 at 17:25

    don't remember... at times, can be a good thing

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  10. DEZMOND23 February 2013 at 17:33

    I didn't get the message of the poem, but I do love the poetical images in it, Grace!

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  11. alan170423 February 2013 at 17:37

    Beautiful almost made me cry, i felt so forlorn as if pricked by a thorn from a rose. i love the last tine - heartbreaking.

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  12. brudberg23 February 2013 at 17:56

    a release the silky thoughts, and bury the thorns.

    Lovely poem.

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  13. Laurie Kolp23 February 2013 at 18:02

    Beautiful, Grace... I especially like the last 4 lines.

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  14. DandKblog23 February 2013 at 18:02

    Nicely done Grace! The textures jump off the page and beg for touch.

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  15. Unknown23 February 2013 at 18:05

    Love love love the format you've used here. I really enjoyed this!

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  16. Anonymous23 February 2013 at 18:10

    Oh wow "one by one petals fall like dead language" just a wonderful line... thoroughly enjoyed this poem, a work of art in itself.

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  17. JayG23 February 2013 at 18:20

    "afraid of slightest light & breeze"

    Beauty, whether in roses or poems, must bear up under scrutiny. Glad your inspiration saw the light.

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    1. Scarlet23 February 2013 at 18:50

      A scary thought, but I agree, it must bear up under scrutiny ~ Thanks Eusebia ~

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  18. Anonymous23 February 2013 at 18:38

    A dying basket of flowers that have lost its purpose. I like how you gave life to the subject. Very nice voice, honest. I liked very much.

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    1. Scarlet23 February 2013 at 18:49

      I like the image of the dying basket of flowers ~ Thank you Henry~

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  19. ninotaziz23 February 2013 at 19:44

    I do not know where the art ends and the poem follows...really lovely layers of meaning. Well crafted, indeed..

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  20. Pat Hatt23 February 2013 at 20:17

    Great capture as they wither away, from the light of day. The cat would eat them so they didn't go to waste though well I guess they still would, but we won't go there haha happy weekend.

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  21. Anonymous23 February 2013 at 20:23

    Terrible to think of memory withering with flowers. But understandable too. k

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  22. Susan Daniels23 February 2013 at 22:55

    Oh, those shameful bold and silky thoughts. Love that.

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  23. Anonymous24 February 2013 at 02:24

    Love the enjambment you use so effectively to draw us on ... beautiful Grace

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  24. Claudia24 February 2013 at 02:34

    nice..the roses shriveling like fearful poems is a cool touch..the falling like dead language and then the closure, not even knowing why there..

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  25. lucychili24 February 2013 at 04:44

    we are transient things
    roses and people
    achy sad

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  26. Dave King24 February 2013 at 04:53

    blossoming petals
    hide under bed skirts,
    ashamed of bold & silky thoughts -

    I really felt I understood this thought. The jewel in a great work for me.

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  27. kaykuala24 February 2013 at 05:31

    There are lots of happenings progressively outside our influence that impinge on us. And we may not be aware of them. Truly said Grace! Nicely!

    Hank

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  28. Anonymous24 February 2013 at 07:45

    You had me at the line 'roses shrivelling like fearful poems' - what a powerful image! Here is to courageous poetry!

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  29. Anonymous24 February 2013 at 11:01

    Seems to be talking about the scene after sex, am I correct?

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  30. Anonymous24 February 2013 at 11:22

    Hooked me with the first line. I kind of knew that you'd pick this image and expected that you'd deliver a wonderfully poetic interpretation. I was not disappointed.

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  31. Unknown24 February 2013 at 14:43

    very nicely done Grace. I love how you stick with responding to the painting, but also veer away slightly here and there into reflective and imagistic verse. Really enjoyed. Thanks

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  32. Anonymous24 February 2013 at 22:55

    Your description make the roses and the scene come alive. Well done.

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  33. Anonymous25 February 2013 at 01:20

    two thumbs up!

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  34. Anonymous25 February 2013 at 15:01

    Nice turn of phrase. I really like it!

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  35. Elsie Amata26 February 2013 at 06:35

    Perfect for after Valentine's Day

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  36. Unknown27 February 2013 at 15:13

    Heart breaking to think that all the wild wonder that could have been was not. Sad not to have enjoyed that scene.

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  37. Heidi5 March 2013 at 11:20

    Beautiful response to the picture.

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