Saturday, 3 August 2013

The summer forecast

The rain came, not as soft feathers 
   but hard glass, shattering silver stones 

Against the window pane, rattling noises
   echoing the sudden shift of wind & sky   

I peer at thick curtain of water
   wishing my hands to part & braid    

fibrous & willful knots into a carpet of grass,  
  docile as dandelions waving away their fluffy veils - 

The forecast is a heated discussion:
  where to find & what colors of umbrellas to use, 

how far to drive away from city's thrumming,
  how deep to venture into the forest's bellybutton-

We become volatile as the weather, forget-
  ful of recipes (lemons have dried in silver bowl) -

The trees are brimming with our words:
  today is soft as milk, tomorrow is tart as green apples  

The days bend to whims of the clouds
  And heeds not the gravity & chances of graphs, we   

Make one - swimming with the sun today:
  bare skin, orange wet & drizzled with sands -




Posted for Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Sunday's Challenge:  Sara Teasdale

Shared with Poetry Pantry ~

Have a lovely weekend ~



picture credit:  here

59 comments:

  1. how did you know I'm full of recipes? :)

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    1. You are, I know ~ Thanks for visit Dezzy ~

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  2. This is so beautiful Heaven, always love it when Summer throws a curveball weather wise if that makes sense? Great post.

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    1. We have been having a weird weather here Matthew ~ Yesterday we had rains and hailstorm, yikes ~

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    2. Ouch, that's very strange indeed! We've had a lot of rain here recently too which has been disappointing.

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  3. fab verse grace...love the elements in it...rain as glass...the angst of the storm, they play well together...oh those heated discussions as well...a necessity though in a real relationship...forgetful of recipes...smiles...i like how your thoughts jump but they all play well together...

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  4. "The trees are brimming with our words....." soothing and beautiful.

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  5. "We become volatile as the weather, forget-
    ful of recipes (lemons have dried in silver bowl) -

    The trees are brimming with our words:
    today is soft as milk, tomorrow is tart as green apples"

    Love the entirety and especially this portion!!

    Excellent, Grace!

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  6. I love the rain "not soft as feathers" and the lemons drying in the silver bowl. Cool one, Grace!

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  7. Love all your braiding ....going to 'forest's bellybutton', nice personification of clouds, days, spring,...,your choice of sunny day - I'm with you here :)

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    1. My kind of summer too ~ Thanks ~

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  8. Kissing in a giant litterbox, how romantic lol and a docile dandelion searching a bellybutton could be an interesting endeavor

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    1. Coming from you, that's really funny ~

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  9. Beautiful, Grace. I love the phrase "docile as dandelions!"

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  10. Beautifully done, Grace, with traces of Teasdale throughout.
    K

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  11. You have certainly captured something of Teasdale's observation of nature and how it relates to human existence. I think the choice of couplets was perfect for your poem, and you have shown us both sides of summer's coin.

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    1. Thank you for the wonderful challenge Kerry ~ She is an inspiration ~

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  12. love the opening and the end in particular - firstly the definition via a negative, which works really well here, and finally by the beautiful use of colour and texture. A great write.

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    1. It has been a colder than usual summer ~ Thank you for the kind words ~

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  13. This should be on the I Wish I'd Written This section. It's breathtaking!

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  14. Beautiful images. Like the tone and pitch here.

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  15. I love the desire to part and braid the wall of water. Rain like that in the summertime really clears away all of the dust and heat and makes everything feel fresh again. lovely write~

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    1. I don't mind the rains but not too much ~ Thanks Andrea ~

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  16. So many images here. Enjoyed especially 'we become volatile as the weather' and 'days bend to the whims of the clouds.' Very rich writing, Grace.

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  17. You just wrapped me up in summer! I loved the idea of parting and braiding a thick curtain of water into grass...there is just so much I love about this poem! I think I'll "bookmark" this, and keep it close to open up again for some warmth in the winter months.

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    1. Thank you for the lovely words, I appreciate them ~

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  18. Beautiful and rich - loved this!

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  19. Today I don't know the forcast but it's cloudy and I anticipate rain. I do especially after reading this poem, so full of imaginative images tha make me so grateful. Love the romantic ending too. Glad I stopped by.

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  20. I love the swirls you shared of nature. My favorite is your ending!
    Gorgeous Grace :D

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  21. this was lovely, i loved the imagery..

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  22. Oh, it has been just like that this summer -- hard and tart and drizzly. This was perfection.

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  23. a dreamy, dream come to a romantic reality. sublime.

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  24. you changed your blog title....wow...i like the header pic....

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  25. Grace, this was lovely, in the true spirit of the divine Sara! I loved your phrase, "fibrous and willful knots," so evocative. Nicely done! Amy

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  26. I love your new banner, Heaven!

    I also love your choice to use rain as chaotic vs. gentle. Hope your weekend was beautiful!! As always, thank you. =)

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  27. (Days bend and heed?) A thing of beauty and possibility is given in this forecast, after and around the rain of neglect. A great response to Miss Sara!

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    1. "Scarlet verses" is new since I've been here last?

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    2. Yes Susan ~ I have always wanted to change my blog name but couldn't find the right title ~ Thanks for the visit ~

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  28. Rain that fell like hard glass! Very imaginative description!

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  29. THis is so exquisitely melodic.

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  30. Beautiful imagery in your poem! I especially loved 'the days bend to the whim of the clouds,' so evocative of summer!http://wabisabipoet.wordpress.com/2013/08/04/salt-and-pepper/

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  31. I've always enjoyed summer rain with the lightening and all around us.

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