shining, twinkling—
winking morse code
in the cold clear of night
peering toward hills
graced by tempered moon
and gathering breaths like
visions
in baskets of words
illuminated,
holding gold, like dust—fragments
in upheld palms
releasing them to jump gracefully
spin, twirl like fireflies
climbing in the tenebrosity
and falling like stars
on shoulders
whispering to hungry ears
a glittering of seasons
25 comments:
Very nice!
ha. love all the energy in this...and so true...the spinners of tales work magic, just as you have captured here...smiles.
I didn't know how to approach this at first, but as I read along, I found I was absolutely captivated by your imagery and word choice. Very nice :)
whispering to hungry ears
a glittering of seasons....nice!! storyteller, poets, dreamers...oh love me some good filled baskets of words...surely magic in this..
Tenebrosity? Well, there's my word for the day! Thank you!
I think we storytellers and poets also have to be dreamers to imagine the tales we wish to weave. There certainly is much magic spun in this poem.
The last stanza is, pure poetical magic.
well may be its a coincidence, but this is in time for our festival Diwali which is everything about lights and crackers.
Very nice poem,
Baskets of words--very neatly turned phrase, and lots of vivid imagery throughout. Enjoyed it.
I think they do spin a magic of sorts...thank you very much Brian!
Thanks for staying with it and enjoying it AJ :)
I do love those baskets too...rather addicted...thank you very much!
Ha...thanks J, you're welcome :)
Thank you very much, what a wonderful compliment.
Festivals and lights...beautiful.
Thank you, yours this week is as well.
Thanks hedge, glad you did...appreciate you reading the piece.
Very vivid imagery and loved the baskets of words, and the glittering of seasons brought diwali (festival of lights) to my mind instantly...how apt! thanks
stunning. you paint such a beautiful picture...weave a lovely spells...leaving my ears eager to listen to the whispers.
Thanks Nilanjana...I'm going to have to look up some photos of the festival...intrigued to learn about it!
Thank you for your lovely comment RMP.
I love this, one of my favorite things to do is step outside at night and listen...
this one touched my heart.
I'm so honored by your comment Kelly...your poetry and photographs are an inspiration to me...thank you!
absolutely mesmerising, Jennifer!loved ' holding gold, like dust—fragments in upheld palms' and 'climbing in the tenebrosity'...this poem has such a haunting magical quality,you are the master to create the imagery that captivates the reader.
I consider your comment high praise Yelena because I am such a fan of your poetry...thank you!
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