an ink fading
a face blurring
under boreal whiteness
this glacial distance
burning no marks, nor one scar
to show a weakness or crack
i take the sturdy coldness
of city & people scabbing like knives
i swallow the grey
of sky & opaque long working hours -
only let me be the words
that soaks you red & lush
never invisible, always a wave
that quenches your hunger & steals
your breathing-
Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Hosted by Mary ~
Picture credit: here
I think sometimes one can feel invisible when living with such gray skies. One kind of fades into them. I like the expression: "only let me be the words that soak you red & lush." I think we all need some RED, of one kind or another, to take away the grayness of our days!
ReplyDeleteEverything here is all snow & cold at the moment so you know how I feel Mary ~
DeleteThanks for the lovely prompt ~
I reckon we all have some very special people in our lives we hope we never become invisible to and whose hunger we can always quench.
ReplyDeleteHopefully never become invisible to ~
DeleteThank you Gabriella ~
the part i felt was really important in this...was shouldering that city and its people...and still being able to give off waves of color to them..you become that place of life and solace...
ReplyDeleteIt's a challenge to live & thrive in this city, you become invisible after a while ~ Thank you for the lovely words Brian ~
DeleteWow, great write. love the swallowing grey and the words that soaks you red and lush.
ReplyDeleteThank you Kathryn, appreciate your visits ~
Deletethere is such a bleakness to this at the start. the fading into white...the getting lost in grey...like disappearing in the sea of people. yet in the end, finding (at least one) someone who sees you in all the lushness you hold and give.
ReplyDeletethis was quite a lovely piece.
It must be the weather, smiles ~ Thank you for the lovely comment ~
Deleteas long as there is one that sees at the end that is enough
ReplyDeleteThanks Pat ~
Deletei like the becoming the wave of color in a grey environment.. instead letting yourself being overwhelmed with its coldness you weave words to bring warmth and color into yours and others day as well..this is wonderful grace
ReplyDeleteThanks Claudia ~
Deletethat soaks you red and lush! I need me that, sweet sister :)
ReplyDeleteSmiling back at you Dezzy ~
DeleteWhat a wonderful thought that that special someone can save you and make you visible.. that breathing..
ReplyDeleteThanks Bjorn ~
DeleteOh, to be that special to someone! This is just lovely!
ReplyDeleteThanks Lolamouse ~
DeleteThere's a certain putrefaction to the whitening of alchemical procedure, the bland invisibility of dailiness and routine into which people become stick figures the day erases without emotion. Red against that is revolutionary, the intimate kiss that colors back in the I and Thou. Nicely done, Grace.
ReplyDeleteYour comments are poetry in itself ~ Thanks Brendan ~
DeleteGrace a very sensual write. >KB
ReplyDeleteSometimes I don't intend it to be but it comes out doesn't it ~ Thanks KB ~
DeleteThe vibrancy of your words is beautiful. That bit about letting you be the words that soaks that person red and lush is lovely. I really liked it.
ReplyDelete-HA
Thanks HA ~
DeleteOh a Wow from me Grace! Sensual it is!
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
Your poem contains for me a sensuousness and innocence as well. I enjoyed the imagery you created. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteFrom the gray bleakness of outdoors to "let me be the words that soak you red and lush" is a fantastic trip. Wonderful writing!
ReplyDeleteThis was voluptuous to read, really wonderful.
ReplyDeleteHow ironical and how true! In the city one is no consequence to others unless there's a reason. Otherwise it'll be like a passenger in the subway. There is a crowd but no one's talking. Strangers to meet again the next day! All invisible to each other! Wonderful write Grace!
ReplyDeleteHank
OH. Love your words.
ReplyDeleteA wonderful conceit, to be absorbed by RED instead of dull grey!
ReplyDeleteSometimes you take my thoughts and set them to music. How glorious are your words.
ReplyDeleteVery clever idea--it's a bit like being a cardinal. Thanks. k.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful - you bring in the transformation of slowly turning into invisible - like the effect very much.
ReplyDeleteAh...to be the one to steal someone's breath. Definitely not invisible!
ReplyDeleteoh there is nothing quite like a partner who can take the sturdy cold and steal your breath at the end of the day...this is a beautiful poem.
ReplyDeleteto swallow the grey sky, might cause a lump in the throat..waiting for visible light blue skies..
ReplyDeleteugh, love this... we can easily become influenced by the environment... if the people are cold and grey, it can rub off on us and bring our own spirit down... and i love the idea of being the wave of color... RED is such a bold color so that gave this write even more depth.
ReplyDeletei loved this Grace! Actually reminded me of Jane Fonda's character in the movie Klute. The high class prostitute who is invisible to all...looses herself to everyone; the real she never known...
ReplyDeleteIt is so difficult to remain visible in a city, in the dead of winter with our grey skies and snow snow snow. Lovely poem...you showed strength that there are still waves of warmth and colour...almost sounds like a mother:) blessings, Oliana
ReplyDeleteThe 4th stands out, defiance as it were, to swallow that knife ~
ReplyDeleteNicely done. A great picture to start with: I love how those lips' corners are twisted up like a moustache, or smile… There's an image in your poem that struck me since it is so true to me: "opaque long working hours"… Getting lost in thick air that absorbs you, getting invisible behind a wall of work...
ReplyDeleteAt first I didn't get it..then thought of the blur of faces in the city and on the buses, the grey weather and buildings; the red and lush is a great description of what is real and visible and tangible ..
ReplyDeleteOh, Grace it's so nice to be the wave of color swaying around....in all meanings! Thanks for uplifting :)xx
ReplyDeletestunning poem ... especially the last 3 lines
ReplyDeletewhat would people scabbing like knives look like ? Thanks... It intrigues me.
ReplyDeleteThe desire and hunger of the lips never ceases..
ReplyDeleteto satiate the appetite..
for love
in all it's flavors..
cherry..red..a blaise..
in
lip'stick!
Lush with color...a beautiful, beautiful poem Grace.
ReplyDeleteI love how the picture and the poetry have contrasts. Well done, Grace. As always, thank you. Have a beautiful weekend!
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