Sunday 4 March 2012

Numbed

No Song To Me In The Numb Hours ~ Kenia Cris

I ran out to the trees
They stood silent grey
In the waning light of dusk

Hiding my nakedness, I saw
A sign “reserved”  painted
On a shiny chair, so I took
   
My paper and pen, and wrote

Of bridges I have burnt  
Of lips I have kissed
Of boat cruises I want to take
Of ice-capped mountains I see  

It was not enough

To quiver the leaves
To soften dry bark
To mend tired limbs
To seed crushed roots

So I folded my words
Into a paper boat
And left it for the trees

To dream of the sky and sea.


Posted for Imaginary Garden with Real Toads:   The Sunday Challenge- Featuring Kenia Cris
Shared with Poets United

Picture credit:   Kenia Cris

39 comments:

  1. You really set the forest ablaze from its murky nature of the pic, like the thought of the paper boat too.

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  2. How moving! This is a really great poem Grace. I'm glad I stopped by to read it.

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  3. nice....love how you brought in the paper boat element to this...a bit surreal, but so is the image...and perhaps the rains will carry the boat to the ones that need to read them for you. smiles.

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    1. I like that thought Brian. Thanks for your visit ~

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  4. "So I folded my words
    Into a paper boat
    And left it for the trees"

    Just beautiful! Love the direction you took this picture :)

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  5. Oh, this is sooooooo beautiful, I absolutely love it!

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  6. Brilliant ending! Folding your words into a paper boat... :)

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  7. This is lovely... especially:

    So I folded my words
    Into a paper boat
    And left it for the trees


    To dream of the sky and sea

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  8. Wow... what an absolutely amazing write!

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  9. Gorgeous!

    I love

    "So I folded my words
    Into a paper boat
    And left it for the trees."

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  10. How wonderful this imagery is...I truly enjoyed this!

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  11. It made me long for that natural connection.

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  12. So I folded my words
    Into a paper boat

    I have fallen in love with the line, that image! Ah, I see others have as well. ha ha. Nicely done!

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  13. So very moving. <3 I'm touched by your poem because it tells my silence. The collage is really about leaving dreams behind. <3

    Beautiful. Thanks for writing. <3

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    1. I am happy to write and make your picture shine. It is beautiful.

      Thanks for the visit ~

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  14. I'm sure the trees are grateful.
    A very tender poem.

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  15. wonderful, wonderful, wonderful!

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  16. You make the world such a dreamy place to be :)
    Love your poems ..

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  17. The fog and a boat...the lake of words..of dreams. Love it!

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  18. This is one of my favorites from your works. The honesty and brevity combine to create a feeling that nicely accompanies Kenia's image. Thanks for sharing.

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  19. mmmmmmm.....wow, that was incredible, the lines, the imagery and the soft spoken tone. Just mmmmmm.....

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  20. exquisite piece.beautiful lines.

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  21. Very dreamy, melancholy and hopeful. I like it a lot.

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  22. Nice poem! Keep it coming!

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  23. Sometimes it is difficult to put into words how something (writing)makes you feel.....so I'm not going to spoil this wonderful feeling your poem has given me by writing any words to explain it.

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  24. Folding the poem into a paper boat - that was inspired! What a wonderful compliment to the image.

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  25. This is just exquisite!Lovely feel to this---

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  26. This is too good...very mature writing!

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  27. Nice. Great words for the photo.

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  28. Dreamy and beautiful! I loved it~

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  29. for some reason i'm hearing
    the forest by the cure.

    you're brilliant heaven.
    you really are.

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  30. This is incredibly lovely - and original. Love the closing lines! Beautiful writing!

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  31. Yes Grace! We often verbalize but putting our thoughts on paper soothes the muddled minds. Otherwise 'it was not enough,to mend tired limbs or
    to seed crushed roots' Beautifully expressed!

    Hank

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  32. I love the dreamlike tone of this poem. It fits the image so perfectly.

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  33. There are so many things I like about this. I like the title and how it conflicts with the movement in the first stanza. I like the single lines, how they break the rhythm and declare the importance of what follows. They also make their own short, powerful poem when pulled and read alone. I love the lists build the urgency and loss. And of course, the last line is perfect. One of my favorites here, most definitely.

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  34. a lovely, thoughtful, inspiring response to Kenia's photo...

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