Spires broke the sun that day
I watched as he spilled beads of fire
to cool in scatter from road to weeds.
And the sky knew autophobia;
wept rainbows 'til they were monochrome
And the stars roamed aimlessly
because no one came to tuck them away.
I sought to brave guttatim philia;
plucked the blues, leaving rain
and I tasted his name wet on my skin,
knew strange sensations and stifled words.
The fallen golds were shamed to mel
while grays escaped the wells of stone;
all the bright became filiform stain
in those hours when cold erected towers.
No more, the vis-a-vis of shadow play;
NO! I cry to the splintered rose
prone beneath the apple tree...
Pull-in your thorns and shed beauty
to pry his memory from my center
so I may conceive~
Of dawns past yesterday;
of flowers in October.
Author notes
"guttatim philia" ~drop by drop affection
Inspired by the prompts: "I shall go Anyway" image by Photo Earth
and
"There are roots that seek -
awaiting moment in twilight
where a pinprick of hope
delivers justice.
Today will create tomorrow;
path illuminates, shoots straight
through stem, watered by the
eternal gardener."
~LadyLavender (from her poem "The Eternal Gardener")
In a list
A contest entry
- Jewels ~ a contest for poets with feathers group only... by poet2angels.
1500 points, ended October 29, 6 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Congrats Blue! :-)
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Sigh~
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This is gorgeous
as if the title alone were not sheer beauty, this line;
"And the stars roamed aimlessly
because no one came to tuck them away."
blew me away...
I love this poem...love it...
speechless beyond that. Yes, sometimes even I am speechless lol
Thank you for this creation in the contest and for being a beautiful part of our group!
Lynda
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When it seems as if I have read every possible description of the autumn sky I see "the sky wept rainbows until they were monochrome." What a marvelous image. I enjoyed every word of this beautiful poem. Peace, Liz
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Oh my god! I read this, transfixed, taken to a parallel universe, where this type of brilliant language, scope and depth is only spoken there...all is ENLIGHNMENT!
You are that and more, and you poem is a masterpiece. I feel honored that my poem inspired this; I got to the heart, yet you reached...The Center.
LL
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And the sky knew autophobia;
wept rainbows 'til they were monochrome
And the stars roamed aimlessly
because no one came to tuck them away.
I sought to brave guttatim philia;
plucked the blues, leaving rain
and I tasted his name wet on my skin,
knew strange sensations and stifled words.
Blue. . .
all I can say is you'd better not stop writing.
The first word you used 'Spires" grabbed my attention.
Its not a word you see often,
and it has a lovely way of opening up the senses.
maybe its just me.
From the first moment on,
you manage to take me on one of those trips
where I'm glad I didnt bring shoes.
there are colors and emotions and seasons, and elements
love and sorrow and disappointment and mourning,
renewal,
and to some degree,
I sense forgiveness for that which you cannot fix, or change.
you give me so many feelings,
its hard to decide where I fell in love.
Im not gonna sit here and compliment you until I become embarrassing.
Just know you've always been one of my idols,
and I only wish to write with such emotions.
This is brilliance.
it's inspiring and daunting at the same time.
I wish you the best in Lynda's contest,
I have no doubt you''ll do well.
love you always, my sister.
jin
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I too, have an affinity for such words as 'spire'. They seem poetry in
and of themselves. Power swept through me while writing and I hesitate
to name it. I give immense credit to Ladylavender's words and the image
Lynda provided. I filled-in with words that called to me recently. You
are such a blessing to me and yes, I believe we are sister souls in some way
only hinted at. Love you and your amazing responses to my words. Blue
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What a powerful write! I don't even know where to start. Something I appreciate about your writing is the intellectual depth. The levels and layers here are amazing. That second stanza really appeals to me. The last several lines wrap this piece in profoundness and just left me in awe. This is just beautiful and tugs at me. Excellent!
Kris
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When great love comes to an end, what is left is not worth having. The past must be released to sail it way down the Styx to rest without the living. The living must bear the pain of rebirth and strike forth in a recreated world.
I love the imagery, the feeling of an organic cycle taking the human soul with it through the seasons, the full spin of time and come at last to seed and rebirth. So striking with layers of meaning the apple tree and rose. The thorn and seed. I could write a very long and convoluted paper or tell a story to hold the reader beside the fire till the fire burns cold to explain all I see.
In ripe and raw beginnings all is error free, the spirit once again to seek the wounds and scars of lessons and the strength that comes from being willing to walk the coals to goals written before words were spoken.
Love,
Tom B.
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You see as those of ancient wisdoms...
I am humbled to be the object of your intentions.
Thank-you for a response that does so much more than
clarify for the next to read. Blue
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Thank you
For all that brings peace,
Love,
Tom B.
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