Wednesday 24 July 2013

grapeling with words


you find
            your words are fire
            without flint or wind
            but with fury & shrill of the night

            how your words growl
            at the touch of another’s urge
            making your skin itch, surfacing nose

you find
             your words are water
             to the curious brow & sweet lips
             striking a cadence undeniably yours like a
             forgotten heartbeat

             your words have colors
             unfactored:   still-born moon, tender-lit sky, dark-grit storm  
             shading your heart, now spilling your guts

you find
            though you can make words
            disappear quickly
            as summer fireflies
            how they slice you open
            blue & shaken
            vulnerable as a root-




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34 comments:

  1. Mary24 July 2013 at 10:11

    Beautifully expressed, Grace. Love the many facets of words that you have brought out in this poem.

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  2. ashok24 July 2013 at 10:20

    wow! wow !

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  3. Kerry O'Connor24 July 2013 at 10:30

    I love the comparison of words to fire and water. You have made excellent use of the words, Grace.

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    1. Scarlet24 July 2013 at 10:38

      The word list from M was compelling & challenging ~ Thank you Kerry ~

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  4. Outcast24 July 2013 at 11:03

    Beautiful words in yet another lovely post Heaven, sometimes it's difficult to find the right words but you make it seem so easy.

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  5. Brian Miller24 July 2013 at 11:13

    ouch....words can be like water flowing, bringing comfort to the thirsty and hot...or a grenade that blows limbs off....that is for sure....

    popping in quick there is a water slide waiting for me...smiles.

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    1. Scarlet24 July 2013 at 11:42

      Thanks for the visit Brian ~ Enjoy your summer with you children ~

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  6. Pat Hatt24 July 2013 at 11:14

    Words can sure be colorful when out they spill

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  7. grapeling24 July 2013 at 11:25

    Oh Heaven - I'm touched by your title - it made me smile.

    I read your write aloud four times- the cadence rhythmic and compelling, the pace and sounds serving to underscore the actual words. You effectively employed parallel structure - You find - and then cascades of vivid images in each verse, self-contained but also additive to the others - they reminded me of multiple strands in a single rope, supporting and strengthening the overall tone. And then the final twisting stanza, each line like a hairpin - with that astonishing final line - vulnerable as a root.

    Thank you for this. You write beautifully. ~ M

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    1. Scarlet24 July 2013 at 11:47

      Oh M, thanks for resurfacing and visiting my blog ~ Can I say I am missing your words & comments, smiles ~

      Your process & thoughts on writing guided me when I wrote this ~ And I love your post, how come you disabled your comments...where can I write how beautiful it is ~ Don't forget to come up for air from your hiatus, okay ~

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    2. grapeling24 July 2013 at 14:42

      I reactivated my blog so older posts can be read. There are a couple posts since last week, but I will likely not be contributing much to the prompts and links for a bit.

      Thank you for your support - it's easy to lose sight that my little contributions on occasion fall on willing ears. I appreciate your kindness very much. ~ M

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  8. Unknown24 July 2013 at 12:06

    So pith-perfection. Each word a raindrop. Cadence undeniably yours like a forgotten heartbeat.

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  9. Sherry Blue Sky24 July 2013 at 12:56

    You made these words sing, kiddo. And so brilliantly!

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  10. DEZMOND24 July 2013 at 14:28

    shrill of the night.... is no time for fight....

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  11. Marian24 July 2013 at 14:36

    nice-- i love "summer fireflies/how they slice you open"

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  12. kaykuala24 July 2013 at 22:01

    Fire and water on opposites but they flow beautifully, Grace!

    Hank

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  13. Hannah24 July 2013 at 22:18

    Your closing lines rock, Grace!! Love this!

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  14. Unknown24 July 2013 at 22:35

    This is great show how areal word nerd thinks!

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  15. Susie Clevenger25 July 2013 at 02:15

    "Words" how you command them..fantastic piece!

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  16. Anti-Aging, Health, Personal Care25 July 2013 at 09:14

    Words are like fire, water and have colors. If I want to keep myself awake, I should talk to this person whose words can be so descriptive.

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  17. hedgewitch25 July 2013 at 13:44

    I like the way you alternated your lead-in lines here, Heaven--really worked well, and your imagery was also spot on--the contrast of fire and water, and the final few lines are just excellent in the way they tell it like it is for those of us who grapple with words.

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  18. Lolamouse25 July 2013 at 16:52

    Love this! That last stanza is dangerously beautiful!

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  19. Other Mary25 July 2013 at 17:45

    I especially love the image of words as brief as firefly lights.

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  20. Kay L. Davies25 July 2013 at 19:04

    This is wonderful, Grace. So many great words, great lines. I think mine would be "still-born moon, tender-lit sky, dark-grit storm"
    K

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  21. Ella26 July 2013 at 23:53

    I love the final stanza-so vivid!
    Wonderfully done :D

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  22. LaTonya Baldwin27 July 2013 at 21:27

    Everything has been said so I'm simply add well done.

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  23. Jyoti Mishra28 July 2013 at 12:07

    words are powerful as heat..
    calm as water
    and vibrant as colors.//
    just loved the whole analogy here :)

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