symphony
dawn is the ritual of future
pink promise potential
to bury beneath
the quilt of day
in the silence
your eyes are silhouettes
the deep of between
with a hint of purple
vines become shackles
as you scramble to the top
turning twisting twining
green ropes to hold you
up to the sun as you sing
your blues to an audience
of arbitrary fascination
spinning false tales
in the spotlight
of sound
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Linking up with the fabulous dVerse poets for Open Link Night, join us!
September 4th, 2012 at 9:14 am
i was writing about dawn and took a break to come here. my god, i don’t know you do it, but am ever-grateful you do. the ritual of future. exactly.
September 4th, 2012 at 9:45 am
You take such inspiration from your garden. This one is a symphony.
September 4th, 2012 at 10:54 am
Perfect photo for your words!
September 4th, 2012 at 11:09 am
brilliant! vicki 🙂
September 4th, 2012 at 11:30 am
Each note is exquisitely and expressively played to create a transcendent harmony. Magnificent!
September 4th, 2012 at 3:11 pm
those symphonies of nature are the best…love your musical verse.. could hear the strings, brass…hint of blues as the flower unfolds…nice…
September 4th, 2012 at 3:52 pm
lovely!
September 4th, 2012 at 3:56 pm
Love love love! Play me a clarion call to sing with that jazz trumpet 🙂
September 4th, 2012 at 4:00 pm
simply beautiful..
September 4th, 2012 at 4:01 pm
This paints a lovely picture. The one year I grew morning glories (Heavenly Blue), they took over half the side of the garage where I had tied them up.
September 4th, 2012 at 4:25 pm
The plosives and sibilants of the first couple of verses and the word choice throughout made this a pleasure to read
September 4th, 2012 at 4:53 pm
Inspirational and beautiful.
September 4th, 2012 at 5:05 pm
The second stanza blew me away–and all of it is incredibly descriptive–the ambiguity for me is where the falseness lies, behind the blues, or behind the silhouette eyes.
September 4th, 2012 at 5:26 pm
Lovely, lovely write!
September 4th, 2012 at 5:27 pm
Oh my…. This entire poem is a symphony! From start to finish it completely enraptured me…. My penchant for classical poetry is hard to hide here, Mrs. Mediocrity. I think many contemporary poets move away from the magic of syllabic art, the beauty of phonics as they merge together is so important in poetry, I think. The symmetry of your words here, and their relationship to each other, excluding the contextual subject entirely, is still an incredible symphony of beauty and wonder. I had to read this several times silently, and then aloud. The words just absolutely roll off the tongue and I would gauge it against anything I’ve ever read of Shakespeare or Byron… Mrs. Mediocrity, this is a masterpiece in my opinion….. My only slight concern would be that I felt the last three lines of your final stanza fell away from the main assonant pattern… But regardless it brightens my heart so much to read such artistic wording…..
September 4th, 2012 at 5:56 pm
morning glories…in flowers and in the song that nature sings as it awakes…i like you use of language in this…the enrapping vines can be scary but they are lifting up that flower to the sky….
September 4th, 2012 at 6:13 pm
sweet combination of nature and life… lovely lines
September 4th, 2012 at 6:18 pm
Lyrical ~ beautiful b&w image, too.
September 4th, 2012 at 6:31 pm
Simply gorgeous. Lush. Loved it.
September 4th, 2012 at 6:32 pm
A beautiful poem.The first stanza could stand alone. Love “bury beneath the quilt of day.”
September 4th, 2012 at 7:04 pm
Beautiful, Kelly!
September 4th, 2012 at 7:30 pm
pink promise potential… perfect description of dawn. beautiful!
September 4th, 2012 at 7:33 pm
🙂
September 4th, 2012 at 7:48 pm
All looking for the light, surley get there in their own way, such a tune displayed today at your bay
September 4th, 2012 at 8:15 pm
“the deep of between
with a hint of purple”
wonderful lines…
September 4th, 2012 at 8:37 pm
That first line is like a perfect jewel. Wow!
September 4th, 2012 at 9:21 pm
i wonder what made you write…” false tales “…..i’ve always believed…that what seems true and possible..at night…has little weight when the morning comes…love the entire feel of your write….
September 5th, 2012 at 3:01 am
Exquisite…there’s so much inspiration in nature 🙂
September 5th, 2012 at 11:59 am
I really enjoyed reading this. It was full of hope for that symphony of life. Nice.
September 5th, 2012 at 2:36 pm
Lovely photo, lovely words.
Anna :o]
September 5th, 2012 at 5:25 pm
So pretty…very nice.
September 5th, 2012 at 11:35 pm
Your garden in sound color. Really lovely imagry here!
September 6th, 2012 at 1:29 am
Resonant and as vivid as the garden it potrays
September 6th, 2012 at 9:04 am
Certainly one of the best I have ever read…now I know how a morning glory feels….
September 7th, 2012 at 8:35 am
I truly love how you have used your garden here for glory! In my youth it was the trumpet vine that did this for me and the day lily. I love that the shape is almost the same as the morning glory and that you shaped your entire poem to reflect your words, having caught your beauty too not in the trap of the vine but in words. I also like this:
“up to the sun as you sing
your blues to an audience
of arbitrary fascination
spinning false tales”
They do, don’t they? Would they would just adore the morning glory, their turn will come to have their solo!
September 10th, 2012 at 4:48 pm
Sometimes when I read your words, I just don’t know what to say… I feel like I am going to trample on your loveliness if I say anything at all.
So I will tread lightly and savour it.