All the light of the Caucasus falls on your body
as though into a little vase of glass, infinite,
where the water transforms itself, by dressing, by singing
at every transparent move of the river.
‘Through the mountains you pass like the breeze’
XVIII From: ‘Cien sonetos de amor’
- Pablo Neruda
I dream of it
like an arrow of wild fragrance
drowning the autumn air
with stains of spring's first awakening
pushing, forming
it arrives not as raindrops slowly
trickling but sudden piercing flash
of thunderstorm
pouring like honey
all the light of the Caucasus falls on your body
dusty golden, you are dawn
unpetaled, blazing
rising above mountains, weaving the earth
with new watercolors
I dream of it
like symphony's
unbroken melody
recochetting between our bones
intimate as thinnest filament
as though into a little vase of glass, infinite,
love, with its immeasurable weight of sea,
is sailing through all the continents
seeking you
seeking me and all my words
fragmented as lost diamonds
I wait between harvests, spinning
music on this wet earth
I dream of it
like silkworm cocoons, of beginnings
where the water transforms itself, by dressing, by singing
through every season
flamboyant and effervescent
on my lips, cinnamon wine
on my skin, burning kisses
I dream of this
under the night sky as it shimmers
electric purple
ringed pregnant with silence
your every memory stabs the darkness deep that I shiver
at every transparent move of the river.
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Attempted to do a glosa (draft) ~ Join us starting at 3pm EST ~ Thanks for the visit ~
Attempted to do a glosa (draft) ~ Join us starting at 3pm EST ~ Thanks for the visit ~
I enjoyed your glosa, Grace. Really I have never tried one, though I have enjoyed both yours and Bjorn's. This sounds like a very wistful dream, and I feel like I am floating above the mountains and visible in the night sky!
ReplyDeleteI really experienced this. Lovely!
ReplyDeleteSuch a breathtaking glosa Grace :D love the flowing images especially
ReplyDeletelove, with its immeasurable weight of sea,
is sailing through all the continents
seeking you
Beautifully executed!
Lots of love,
Sanaa
This is a true piece of art, such passion in every word, a love like tectonic plates and soil - strong as Neruda's words.. I cannot find any favorite lines... Just a masterpiece
ReplyDeleteThese lines are fantastic! :
ReplyDeleteI dream of it
like symphony's
unbroken melody
recochetting between our bones
intimate as thinnest filament
as though into a little vase of glass, infinite,
You feel the magnetic touch of music and infinite place of harmony.
You've felt the touch sound of the universe and its beauty of soul.
This is a stunning glosa, Grace. You are such a beautifully gifted writer. There is a tender and gentle romance here; I almost feel in love reading it.
ReplyDeleteSo passionate and lovely
ReplyDeleteYour imagery is glorious! So enjoyed this
ReplyDeleteSensuous and sensual you have achieved the ability to write of the great passions and love of your life. You have become the poet I met who was only just tipping her toe and pen into the ocean (of words) in her first notes of becoming. Congratulations..you are a true poet now.
ReplyDeleteSounds like a wonderful mountain envisioned as the passion runs deep
ReplyDeleteGorgeous lines!
ReplyDeleteA love affair with Nature
ReplyDeleteis the first love of
human..
tools become
Love humans
drift
away
from what
they once
are as
Nature True..
to go back there
is home.. poetry
can be a step
in that
direction..
as DNA
is transformed
into sign language..
of Nature AKA GOD..:)
Really enjoyed this glosa..have never tried one, but am inspired to now. My favourite line was : you are dawn unpetaled...a glorious image.
ReplyDeleteGorgeously rich imagery, as always.
ReplyDeleteJust stunning. I love it.
ReplyDeleteyour every memory stabs the darkness deep that I shiver
ReplyDeleteat every transparent move of the river.
All the goodness of sharing is now open to view with every movement of the river. That is pretty rough. Great take on the glosa, Grace!
Hank
You do put me in the mood for glosas and to try one out myself. You have a richness of imagery, almost like damask curtains or velvety cushions, in all your poems. I have to admit I've not come across the word 'recochetting' before - would the be equivalent to British English 'ricochet'? (actually French, I suppose)
ReplyDeleteWow! I dream of it as well, and fly with your words. Your images are pure passion and beauty.
ReplyDeleteSuch glorious imagery triggered by your inspired words, Grace. A sensitive, sensual triumph.
ReplyDeleteGrace, this is a sensual feast. Your images are really deep. The intertwining of nature with intimate passion seems to be one of your hallmarks, and you excel at it. As Bjorn, I don't have any favorite lines, but as a whole it is beautiful.
ReplyDeletea glosa - I am unfamiliar with this form, but you strum it elegantly ~
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