The Night by Elisabetta Trivesan
Night resides in your body
translucent as blue star
descending in winter night
The seed
pearls your skin
mysterious as midnight bloom
Shadows bleak
two contrasting realities:
what our dreams speak
& what our self accepts
But in your embrace
Night diffuses the mystery
Radiant as moon
when I become
more fearful of seeing dawn
two contrasting realities:
what our dreams speak
& what our self accepts
But in your embrace
Night diffuses the mystery
Radiant as moon
when I become
more fearful of seeing dawn
fisted hard of yellow yolk
wrapped tight as bloodless sky
As night grows into you,
I crawl into your
comforting body
As night grows into you,
I crawl into your
comforting body
fearless in its
endlessness
endlessness
Night knows you so well
It turns
your tongue
your tongue
from stone
to water
your hands
from wounds
from wounds
to words
Posted for Imaginary Garden for Real Toads - Sunday's Challenge where I am hosting - Featuring the work of Elisabetta Trivesan
Shared with Poets United
Posted for Imaginary Garden for Real Toads - Sunday's Challenge where I am hosting - Featuring the work of Elisabetta Trivesan
Shared with Poets United
This is beautifully sensual, Grace. The last stanza is especially magical: "from wounds to words."
ReplyDeleteThank you Mary ~
Deletenice contrast between our dream and what we accept grace....killer opening line, its got hook....fisted hard of yellow yolk is another line that had some pop....the last stanza, very nice as well...there is warmth there to me...
ReplyDeleteThank you Brian, smiles ~
Deletehappy sunday grace...hope you have a wonderful day...a bit of a break from the nasty cold here, so plan to get out and enjoy it...
DeleteSnow has melted here & we plan to go out too in a bit ~ Thanks Brian ~
DeleteAs night grows into you.....
ReplyDeleteIt does
DeleteMany things take flight within the night
ReplyDeleteYes, they do ~
DeleteExquisite descriptions Grace...I love the bit about the moon...the likening to the yolk...you play with contrasts well in this piece, too. Thank you for this wonderful challenge, Grace!
ReplyDeleteThank you for the lovely words Hannah ~ Her work is an inspiration ~
DeletePowerful write Grace. i like this relationship to night, that you can plea to it. I ditto the comments about the moon, the yolk of day and that last stanza is superb.
ReplyDeleteThanks Myrna ~
DeleteMysterious poem...specially at night, when everything change the shape and meaning....nice
ReplyDeleteThanks humbird ~
DeleteI simply love the way you wrap it up. Bravo!
ReplyDeleteThanks Kenia ~
Delete"two contrasting realities:
ReplyDeletewhat our dreams speak
& what our self accepts" — are they ever the same reality, one wonders.
Much to think about here, Grace.
K
I think the night brings a lot of questions with no answers ~ Thanks Kay ~
DeleteYou have brought out the sensuality of Elisabetta's art so well in your companion words, Grace. I especially love the way you concluded to poem. Thank you for bringing the artist to the poets of Real Toads.
ReplyDeleteThank you Kerry ~
DeleteAgain the same image spoke to us! That last stanza - the progression of the tongue and the hands from such hardness to softness is my favorite image.
ReplyDeleteWe are poet sisters, hey ~ Thanks Robyn ~
DeleteVery sweet love-medicine here, with night as the bed in which the lover opens up the worlds. Thanks for hosting the challenge, and for writing this.
ReplyDeleteThank you Brendan ~
DeleteImagery that really pushes the poem to wholeness, I think, Heaven--you paint both sanctuary of self, and transcendence of self in the Other, the lover--very sensual in an intellectual way--and a perfect rendition in words of some of the feelings I get looking at this picture.
ReplyDeleteI like that sanctuary of self and transcendence of self in the Other ~ Thanks for visit HW ~
Delete...i like the beginning line with "night resides in your body"---it has set perfectly the scene you weaved in the succeeding lines down to the gentle transition you made at the last verse, in which i found really magical, Grace... beautiful... happy new year! smiles...
ReplyDeleteThank you Kelvin ~ Good to see you ~
Deletefearless in its endlessness - This is an enchantment a web of beauty that binds itself on your heart. Brilliantly beautiful
ReplyDeleteYou really have expressed the illustration so well in the tone and subject you used. Great work.
ReplyDeletePea
lovely.. you had me from the start, that image is so beautiful and interesting.
ReplyDeleteOh, my:
ReplyDelete"Shadows bleak
two contrasting realities:
what our dreams speak
& what our self accepts"
YES.
You continually inspire me. Love the third stanza and . . . wounds to words was so powerful.
ReplyDeletethat was sensational Grace.. you caught the image so well...loved the wounds to words that was a home run...
ReplyDeleteLike everone points out . sooo sensual. you really captured something here
ReplyDeletei love this, especially the last stanza
ReplyDelete"seeing dawn / fisted hard of yellow yolk / wrapped tight as bloodless sky" Gorgeous, transformational
ReplyDelete"But in your embrace
ReplyDeleteNight diffuses the mystery"
I know that feeling well. This is a poem meant to be whispered to your lover. Beautiful !
Oh, this is so beautiful, Grace. Every single line. Flows effortlessly and beautifully.
ReplyDeleteIncredibly beautiful, Grace. I love "what our dreams speak and what our self accepts".
ReplyDeleteGreat poem to complement the painting, Grace! The last stanza is my favorite too.
ReplyDeleteGreat passion in this. Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteYou write with such sensuality Grace--just beautiful!
ReplyDeletelovely and mysterious as the night..
ReplyDeletenight grows... night knows. happy week, Grace :) ~
ReplyDeleteHi Grace, good to be reading you again...I really enjoyed the gathering sense of envelopment in this piece - very skilfully done...
ReplyDeletean illustration with mere words..magical! so happy to find your blog!
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owWOOOO! Gorgeous. I love the use of bleak and fisted as verbs. The night entering, the joining and the inevitable: whatever wounds become words.
ReplyDeleteA calming night.
ReplyDeletei agree with others, that last stanza is amazing! great take on the image!
ReplyDeletehave a good week, dear!
♥
ooooh your conclusion here is stunning. really wonderful!
ReplyDeleteOooo, one of the best poems ever. Wounds to words, that really lives and breathes.
ReplyDeleteAnd the blue star translucent, I love that a lot too! Makes me think of a necklace I once saw.
Also was captivated by the yellow yolk sun stealing the night away.
Brill, my dear, and awesome on your feature!
xooxo
lovely words
ReplyDeleteI hope you had fun hosting! Another beautiful poem. As always, thank you. Have a beautiful week! Think warm thoughts =)
ReplyDeleteBitter/Sweet :-)
ReplyDeleteZQ
Apologies for days .. did not have an opportunity to finish "Pandora" for your challenge. Problem situation requiring all of my energy .... creative and otherwise.
ReplyDeleteYour poem is breathtaking, Grace.
... ' but in your embrace night diffuses the mystery radiant as moon" sigh.
Hi Grace, just letting you know your comment on my blog was caught in the spam filter. Sorry about that, but now rectified. I commented on this beautiful poem earlier.
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