Tuesday 14 January 2014

When dawn spills & trees murmur



The morning sky cracks an eggshell, 

    & dawn spills, fusion of indigo & fuchsia 

Frost recedes in slow rain   

    & ice melts into an orchestra of puddles  

The sun comes out for the briefest of time

    Warming skin with scent of summers past 



Your eyes holding the river & hawk

    Spiking the taste for feverish run & motion   

Crunching & murmuring of trees under siege 

    That smell of the feral & unfamiliar

The kiss, that stirs your blood red & gaping

    Gorgeous moonlight tracing your lover's torso



Ribs & eyes ache like a lost drum  

    Take back every cell & petal bloom

Burn the wick, break the brittle bones

    The mourning is over like the night 

Day beckons, a yellow oil seed 

     Stir from winter's pyre & fog, thaw


49 comments:

  1. That would be quite the thaw, not sure I'd want to ache like a drum though, kinda hurt lol

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  2. I like
    "the mourning is over like the night
    Day beckons, a yellow oil seed."

    Always nice to be so vividly reminded that day
    always follows night, summer follows winter.
    The 'thaw' cannot begin soon enough!

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  3. Such a beautiful poem inspired by Elisabetta's painting. I especially like the middle stanza, and the way you set it aside by using italics.

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  4. love the images...the morning sky cracking and eggshell and how the colors spill forth...made my heart beat faster... a beautiful write to a beautiful painting... also love the yellow oil seed...

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  5. Wonderful -- an image of a wonderful thaw ... the tenderness makes me wish for spring.

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  6. The beauty in the title. 'When dawn spills & trees murmur' ~ keep warm, Grace

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  7. Ah, the kiss of a lover and its power ...

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  8. There is not much better..than Sun to thaw a Winter's night...
    Nor the frost..yet snow almost never to be thawed...

    in Florida..But the Sun is still best i suppose..but would be nice for snow..to still exist..
    somewhere close to home....

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  9. The first stanza is mesmerizing...the feral and unfamiliar, a yellow oil seed...so many evocative images...beautiful.

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  10. Some beautiful imagery and phrases - trees under siege, an orchestra of puddles...

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  11. Thaw! As eggs for breakfast and golden morning sun can thaw the night fire, and chill and partings. good, good.

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  12. Beautiful imagery in this, and so powerful.

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  13. Just beautiful, I love the image as well.

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  14. Love the dawn cracking and spilling forth, and I like the mourning is over like the night. There is newness, hope, change, in all of it :)

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  15. Such gorgeous imagery, I love the opening line.

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  16. i like the tactile parts of the poem...the crunch underfoot gives it depth...the ribs that hurt...the breaking of bone...the breaking out....i think this builds nicely...

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  17. I enjoyed the wordplay on "thaw" ... I a fan of both types ... smiles

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  18. The picture and poem such perfect complements to each other. Lovely. I loved the texture you painted with your words.

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  19. That opening image is absolutely superb. I will never look at a sunrise the same way again!

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  20. a thaw of many meanings... and an awakening of both eyes and soul I think...

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  21. a poetic tapestry of delicious images. so enjoyable!

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  22. Wow..I love the images Grace..the opening just beautiful.

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  23. I really like how your bring out such poetic images in this piece. Just beautiful writing Grace.

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  24. liked the elements of nature and the body... flowed well

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  25. Very nice. I love the imagery in this piece. :-)

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  26. Lovely Grace it seems we both had trees on the mind.

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  27. beautiful
    indigo and fuchsia is what I watch here each morning too!

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  28. I wish it was spring in NY!

    Love the eggshell in the morning

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  29. powerfully sensual... beautiful!

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  30. Frost recedes in slow rain...I like that line. I can see it. Lovely poem.

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  31. I like how you play with words and images...enjoyable read.

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  32. very nice - like spring to summer, the fire within blossoms

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  33. How beautifully you made this painting come to life with your words of nature and intensity of passion. This one is really special Grace.

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  34. The title of your poem meant this just had to be read - great stuff.

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  35. A nice weave of winter and warmth - nature, couple all metaphors for the need to wake from sleep and experience life in all its guises.

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  36. beautiful poem. The line "& ice melts into an orchestra of puddles" really resonates with me.

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  37. The second stanza in particular spoke to me, especially the lines: 'Your eyes holding the river & hawk/ Spiking the taste for feverish run & motion'. A bit early for thaw, even though it feels like spring over here!

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  38. I'm struck by you capturing a moment of awakening, being part of the great cycle of life. It seems there's a cycle to feeling and emotion too--I love your 'mourning is over like the night.' Sometimes we need to escape from our dreaming. This is very perceptive and smart, and is moved by active and striking images. Fine work.
    Steve K.

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  39. a very poetic way of describing the coming of dawn!

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  40. the imagery is truly beautiful... :)

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  41. There's great alliteration and wording in this poem. It rolls off your tongue.

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  42. Final verse: stunning! Threw heat over me and I settled back into an "Aahhhh!" Wonderful, Grace! ~ jh

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  43. I love the imagery and all the action in nature. Your writing is smooth as butter.

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  44. When morning cracks like an eggshell.. great opening line. I like the way it builds until finally the mourning ends and the thaw begins.. lovely.

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  45. This is so vibrant and active - a joy to read.

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  46. the opening couplet just grabs you - what an image - and you keep us taut the rest of the way ~

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