Sunday, 4 June 2017

Tell me, where is poetry bred?


This is where poetry comes from -
the textured silk of the sea.
The sunset hitting a window frame
quiet iridescence of beauty.


The abrupt blinking of small screens.
Spider webs of unused rooms.
The stab that makes the silence scream.
Empty bottles of perfume.


The yellow ribbons of the road,
the white ribbons of contrails,
the silver shined parallel ropes
of long-distance vanishing rails.


The mists quivery with early light,
a lone boat returning late.
The scattered shrapnel of a life,
the shudder of a mangled gate.


The strange geometry of geodes.
Comfort zones of shaggy mundane.
The footwork of slow dancing blood
in the long corridors of veins.



28 comments:

  1. Stunning.
    It is also bred in spider-web intricacy, silent screams and coraline bones.
    Aren't we luck it is so ubiquitous?

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    1. So true. Coraline homes and spider homes. Overland, underwater, in the air - everywhere. We are blessed indeed.

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  2. A wonderful stroll though the garden of you imagination to bask in the flowers of poetry.

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    1. Gardens of imagination are the best gardens ever :)

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  3. Speechless! It leaves the reader speechless.. your sublime poetry . Made me realise how I habitually, routinely skip observing the minute details of my existence, that a poet so instinctively does! Thanks for this .
    Love and best wishes,
    Moon

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    1. Thank you. 'God is in the details.' Life is also in the details. :) Have the loveliest Sunday.

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  4. As I read this poem, I felt for an instant I could see myself writing poetry. Now that is amazing! Excellent expression of the essence of an art.
    Visit me @ Life & Faith in Caneyhead. 😉

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    1. You totally could! Please do give it a shot. It's great fun :) thanks for stopping by.

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  5. Hi Nila ... 'I said, in my head - that is where poetry is bred.'

    Well not me - but you yes ... I need the spools of my mind to weave and wrap their images into words ... which usually doesn't happen. Love the images you've given us though ... golden words for us to dwell in - cheers Hilary

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    1. Yup...everything starts with the head and then the heart gets roped in and then it's a tug of war and a free for all :)

      Disturbing news this morning from your end Hilary, hope all your loved ones are safe and well.

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  6. I love this... it's so evocative.
    Your poetry is really beautiful. Always.

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    1. Thanks, Michelle. Glad you enjoyed it. Have a great Sunday.

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  7. Poetry for me started after I lost both mother and husband nineteen years ago. Poetry shares my inner most thoughts and feelings.

    Loved your poem, great to read.
    Yvonne.

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    1. Poetry is a good way to process events too big to handle otherwise, it's therapy. Life can be very unfair. Thank you for your perspective.

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  8. It is bred in time. The time you take to observe. The time involved in finding the right words. Thank you for your time and poetry

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    1. Profoundly true. Thanks for sharing that insight!

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  9. Yes, almost everything can serve as inspiration for those who are truly creative!

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    1. Thank you! that is a lovely compliment.

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  10. So beautiful! I love it. You know, you could furnish this piece as about fifteen writing prompts for any given writer. Truly lovely.

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    1. Thank you! and thank you for the idea too, I'm going to apply it to myself and see if it 'breeds' anything :)

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  11. have you ever put out your own book of poetry?

    joy @ The Joyous Living

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    1. Not yet :) but screwing up courage :)

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  12. Inspiration comes from the amazing places. Really enjoyed this!

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    1. Indeed it does come from the oddest things. Glad you enjoyed the poetry. Thanks for visiting.

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