Saturday, 11 January 2014

The Night

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
    fisted hard of yellow yolk 
    wrapped tight as bloodless sky

As night grows into you,
I crawl into your
comforting body      
fearless in its 
endlessness 

Night knows you so well
It turns 
   your tongue
   from stone
   to water
   your hands 
   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

60 comments:

  1. This is beautifully sensual, Grace. The last stanza is especially magical: "from wounds to words."

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  2. nice 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...

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    1. Thank you Brian, smiles ~

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    2. happy 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...

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    3. Snow has melted here & we plan to go out too in a bit ~ Thanks Brian ~

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  3. As night grows into you.....

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  4. Many things take flight within the night

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  5. Exquisite 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!

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    1. Thank you for the lovely words Hannah ~ Her work is an inspiration ~

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  6. Powerful 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.

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  7. Mysterious poem...specially at night, when everything change the shape and meaning....nice

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  8. I simply love the way you wrap it up. Bravo!

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  9. "two contrasting realities:
    what our dreams speak
    & what our self accepts" — are they ever the same reality, one wonders.
    Much to think about here, Grace.
    K

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    1. I think the night brings a lot of questions with no answers ~ Thanks Kay ~

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  10. You 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.

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  11. Again 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.

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    1. We are poet sisters, hey ~ Thanks Robyn ~

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  12. Very 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.

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  13. Imagery 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.

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    1. I like that sanctuary of self and transcendence of self in the Other ~ Thanks for visit HW ~

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  14. ...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...

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    1. Thank you Kelvin ~ Good to see you ~

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  15. fearless in its endlessness - This is an enchantment a web of beauty that binds itself on your heart. Brilliantly beautiful

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  16. You really have expressed the illustration so well in the tone and subject you used. Great work.
    Pea

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  17. lovely.. you had me from the start, that image is so beautiful and interesting.

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  18. Oh, my:
    "Shadows bleak
    two contrasting realities:
    what our dreams speak
    & what our self accepts"

    YES.

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  19. You continually inspire me. Love the third stanza and . . . wounds to words was so powerful.

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  20. that was sensational Grace.. you caught the image so well...loved the wounds to words that was a home run...

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  21. Like everone points out . sooo sensual. you really captured something here

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  22. i love this, especially the last stanza

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  23. "seeing dawn / fisted hard of yellow yolk / wrapped tight as bloodless sky" Gorgeous, transformational

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  24. "But in your embrace
    Night diffuses the mystery"
    I know that feeling well. This is a poem meant to be whispered to your lover. Beautiful !

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  25. Oh, this is so beautiful, Grace. Every single line. Flows effortlessly and beautifully.

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  26. Incredibly beautiful, Grace. I love "what our dreams speak and what our self accepts".

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  27. Great poem to complement the painting, Grace! The last stanza is my favorite too.

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  28. Great passion in this. Beautiful.

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  29. You write with such sensuality Grace--just beautiful!

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  30. lovely and mysterious as the night..

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  31. night grows... night knows. happy week, Grace :) ~

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  32. Hi Grace, good to be reading you again...I really enjoyed the gathering sense of envelopment in this piece - very skilfully done...

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  33. an illustration with mere words..magical! so happy to find your blog!

    stacy lynn mar
    http://warningthestars.blogspot.com/

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  34. owWOOOO! Gorgeous. I love the use of bleak and fisted as verbs. The night entering, the joining and the inevitable: whatever wounds become words.

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  35. I like the lines about contrasting shadows, what dreams speak and the self accepts ... that is a meaningful poem in itself. The night is mysterious & sensual, yes. Lovely :)

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  36. i agree with others, that last stanza is amazing! great take on the image!

    have a good week, dear!

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  37. ooooh your conclusion here is stunning. really wonderful!

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  38. Oooo, one of the best poems ever. Wounds to words, that really lives and breathes.

    And 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

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  39. I hope you had fun hosting! Another beautiful poem. As always, thank you. Have a beautiful week! Think warm thoughts =)

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  40. Apologies for days .. did not have an opportunity to finish "Pandora" for your challenge. Problem situation requiring all of my energy .... creative and otherwise.

    Your poem is breathtaking, Grace.
    ... ' but in your embrace night diffuses the mystery radiant as moon" sigh.

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  41. 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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