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Sapphire Wind

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Adrift on sapphire wind,

moments mellow with dusky memories.

 

Language is muted by sorrow,

elevated by flight beyond its grasp.

 

Wings blur mercilessly in recognition,

a chaotic kaleidoscope of dreams unspent.

 

We meld into stained-glass,

framing our song.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author notes
 
 
 
 
Art: "Butterfly Egg" by David Rickerd
 
 
quotation given to me by Nicolette:
 
“I held a moment in my hand, brilliant as a star, fragile as a flower, a tiny sliver of one hour.
I dripped it carelessly, Ah! I didn't know, I held opportunity.” - Hazel Lee
 
 
 
 
 
Prompt: 
 

Write me a poem with colour. That’s right, colour with a “u” people! 


Example:

 

"A Love Song"

 

by William Carlos Williams.  

I lie here thinking of you:— 

The stain of love
is upon the world.
Yellow, yellow, yellow
it eats into the leaves, 
smears with saffron
the horned branches that lean
heavily
against a smooth purple sky.
There is no light
only a honey-thick stain
that drips from leaf to leaf
and limb to limb
spoiling the colors
of the whole world—

 

you far off there, under
the wine-red selvage of the west.

 

Left-align; freeverse; inoffensive background - 15 lines or less

 

 
 
 
 
 

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  • Danny Beatty gold member
    November 7

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    i like how you've arranged this writing on the page and how you have enhanced the final couplet with italics.

    congratulations on both your silver and bronze trophies, my baby.



  • penman gold member
    November 6

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    Excellent

    A wind before the mind you blow, with all the wisps that twirl the thoughts. A masterful mix in thoughts. Congratulations on your trophies


  • Danny Beatty gold member
    November 5
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    this is quite a melancholy little song ... it is also very depthy ... ... I mean i read it a couple of times and I got the vision in my brain of different layers of inner weather systems and all moving through different places of time we use to cloth ourselves in knowing that time is an illusion, like oranges in trees, until you peel and squeeze and drink ... and then you realize thirst is an illusion, until you look at a dark sky and all of a sudden want it to rain, really want it to rain, because the sun, godly as it may be, is just to easy to ignore. congrats on the metals with this darlin' thing, darlin' thing

    fiveturtlesealforexcellence


  • Beautiful-N-Broken silver member
    November 3

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    Wings blur mercilessly in recognition,

    a chaotic kaleidoscope of dreams unspent.



    We meld into stained-glass,

    framing our song.


    I loved the write as a whole but I especially loved the last half of it. Thank you so much for entering and good luck in the contest.


  • Peteskid gold member
    November 2

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    many ways to bring the idea of color, the reader has plenty here, wind, glass...but also the mood for color is in the idea of feelings too...a mood indigo...PK


  • Allyce May gold member
    November 2

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    So nice to see you here lov ely swanee! Did you like my little poemy?  I adorrrre it! I also like this poem of yours! I think your indirect references to colour are so very clever:  the mellow/dusky and stained-glass. 

    I also especially love Wings blur mercilessly and chaotic kaleidoscope.

     

    Wonderful, wonderful work as always I don't know how you do it - breathing poems like that!

     

    Thank you for enteringggg

     

     


    • Night Hope gold member
      November 2
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      Yes, I did like it. Not so indirect, with the "sapphire wind" portion, but I'm pleased you picked up on the dusk and stained glass references in relation to colour, as well. As for breathing poems...here's the quote that's been on my author's page since I joined AP in June 2004:


      "Among the Haida Indians of the Pacific Northwest, the verb for "making poetry" is the same as the verb "to breathe". ~ Tom Robbins, from "Another Roadside Attraction"

      Thank you for hosting and for your lovely words, my lil' petal.


  • aychellus gold member
    November 2

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    beautiful pictures , rich imagery and words as always , well done!!!

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