Saturday, 1 February 2014

the pattern

-    is rectangular, cut & hemmed
& arranged in//out in a template

my fingers move as one familiar
with keys & pitch but its not music

its drone of machines, tip//tap
like the way our foot pedals &

stops reflex in traffic, stilted phrases
our tongues click//clack as clock

though i am lost in matrix of numbers
results imitate a bell curve:  high, normal or

low, i am zip//zap
at end of day, i look for my footprints in sky

there is path i was ambling
half remembering, i sit in garden

symmetrical with moss edged trees
flowers bloom off tangent, yet more

fragrant, above the moon tilts
to the quiet//hush of evening, as my pen

rules:  scrawls, slashes, salivates,
stirs & sculptures

you coming & falling into me
tension is unbearable, pull//push

lightning in slow motion kiss
scarring crimson verses

our love vacillates between liquid & air
-   is chaos & choir, beautifully unbroken



Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Thanks for the visit ~
I am off in the afternoon for errands but I will return visits & comments ~

40 comments:

  1. Oh, I do like thinking about footprints in the sky & the hush of the evening. And your last stanza is beautiful, Grace!

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  2. A lot of great imagery in your poem, Grace! "fragrant, above the moon tilts / to the quiet//hush of evening" - my favorite lines.

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  3. great close....those last couple lines are quite emotive...love how you use the // to break words that play together in this grace....the footprints in the sky as well is a great touch...

    on the road myself, so i pulled over and got you tagged in...sorry it was just a bit late....smiles.

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  4. chaos & choir...i like... and unbroken... so many things have their own pattern...exist in patterns.... i like the breaking free to write...and love..

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  5. Day in and day out... ending like that is a good thing.

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  6. Sounds like a pretty great pattern, the spontaneity part of the weave--works well, Grace. k.

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  7. It seems as if creatures of habit, we fall too easily into patterns of behavior, regardless of their outcomes, of the frustration or pain that may cause others; this poetic journey was touching, lovely, smitten by truth, and you left us with an upbeat; nice use of the prompt.

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  8. "At the end of the, I look for my footprints in the sky"---that's gorgeous, Grace. Everyday is like a pattern or series of going in & going out, pushing through & pulling back, li'l & big survivals sometimes it gets tiring but at the end of a day we can still manage to breathe at least by letting it out through these words. smiles.

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    1. Goodness, you are up early Kelvin ~ Thank you for the lovely words ~

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  9. The rhythm of this is perfect for the message. The syncopation is the same as the rhythm of life; disjointed in it's regularity, full of tension and variation of cadence. Lovely Grace.

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  10. I love all of the 'tip-taps' and 'click-clacks' in this piece-- it is such a wonderfully sculpted poem with ridges along the smooth curves that not only do NOT disrupt the flow but rather create the texture which is so inviting, the 'pattern' you have laid out for us to spread ourselves on. Top-notch. ~peace, Jason

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    1. I like that we are writing about sounds too Jason ~ Thanks for the visit ~

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  11. A day with footprints in the sky.. a day that ends so far from tic-toc and click-clack.. and bell-curves... sounds like a day to repeat.

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    1. Not the tedium, but the night yes ~ Thanks Bjorn ~

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  12. So beautiful Grace, love the perfect close.

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  13. You work the theme of repitition into a weave here that picks up every motion and completes it into the dance of love. Your poems are becoming such lovely graceful gifts, Grace.

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  14. i liked the interaction of writer and environment... and the gentle pace

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  15. The first few stanzas of this are really hypnotic, Heaven, and the structure is repetitive, but not a drone, more of an accent. I think you may have meant a car, but for some reason I was seeing an old foot-pedal sewing machine, women with backs bent, sewing and sewing as the needles went up and down--the middle is a calm interlude and the end, a nice splash of release. Enjoyed it very much.

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  16. A vivid description of the day as it unfolds and culminates with love, releasing the built-up tension. Passionate as always, Grace :)

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  17. That was lovely Heaven.

    ......dhole

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  18. Follow those prints with slow motion kisses, works for me. Great built up at your sea

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  19. I love all of the sounds in this poem, makes for great reading. Especially love the lines "our love vacillates between liquid & air
    - is chaos & choir, beautifully unbroken" - Brilliant!

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  20. Luscious in it's romantic repetitive cross- crossing form

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  21. I looked for my footprints in the sky, but all I found was fingerprints on the moon.

    I think this is about computers and typing! To me, anyway. And maybe a blog template? :) Very open to musing on this.

    I love how there is a garden in this too.

    xoxo

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  22. Wow. This is powerful. I love how you talk about looking in the sky for your footprints. It just made me think of so much. Ts a really inspirational phrase :) And your last stanza was my favorte.... i love the wild picture it portrays! I could imagine a pair of raucous lovers, alive and burning eachother with their powerful passion *.*

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  23. That's beautiful and serene in one hand and passionate on the other. Always loved your poetry Grace, but this one is special. Smiles. Almost lost myself reading through the lines.

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  24. I like the double slash opposition repetition, how it reinforces and emphasizes the pulse of love. Been away the weekend visiting an very ill aunt - last days, really - so unable to write or post. I quite like K's prompt, and expect it will ruminate until something pops out. Good week to you, Grace - I start the week having turned 49 today! It's brisk but sunny here ~

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  25. Footprints in the sky...lovely wondrous words. Beautiful writing.

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