Sunday, 24 July 2011
When Morning Comes . . .
I scan the night drawn curtains.
Searching for bright chinks,
cat claws, in the cloth armour
woven against darkness.
Flecks of speckled light bear witness
as visions wide net is cast adrift, to wander
over the newly minted sky.
A marvel, rendered in golds and yellow.
Low, scattered, broad brushstroke clouds,
gild the masterpiece with skeins of silver
and soft ribbons of the palest pink.
I blink three times at this visual feast,
layed out before my night weary
and unaccustomed eyes.
As if to capture it.
Commit it to memory.
Etch it into my being.
Midnights anxiety,
reprehensible,
in the face of such beauty.
I twist my hair carefully,
pulling it back from my face.
I fasten it with a silver clip.
Reaching out,
I press the button
just as the alarm clock,
begins to whir. . .
,
To tell the truth I was daunted by this wordle, on first glance reprehensible, rendered and marvel just didn't seem like something I could or would usually use. But I managed to perservere and use all the words. Phew! LOL
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I feel the leap from the very particular and specific to the whole. You capture the moment well.
Yes, these words challenged me too. You made a beautiful poem of the sunrise. I especially like the beauty making "midnight's anxiety reprehensible".
Susannah,
I had a most relaxed meander through your words. Very nicely expressed as a wordle.
Best wishes, Eileen
Beautiful flow of images feelings and enjoyment one can feel as one reads along, I did not stop till the very last word.Its a lovely poem well structured and really effective usage of the given words.
I'll say you used all the words, and you wrung every drop of color, feeling and emotion out of them. You did a wonderful job.
Lovely take on the words, Susannah.
Pamela
well done,
what a challenge, you made it well.
do feel free to share your poetry with us today.
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random poems or poems unrelated to our theme are welcome, we are open now, week 45 theme: nature and life.
"cat claws, in the cloth" armour...this is my house...so cool...totally greta line, and poem!
Eloquently beautiful poem, Susannah! I took the words in a similar, but different, direction. I didn't think I would get reprehensible or rendered in either!
LOL
It does seem quite daunting at times eh!
You did a great job of using them and what a lovely night scene you painted. Lovely~!
Beautiful dreamscape!
Beautifully done, Susannah. You brought us into the room with you and shared that wonderful sunrise with us. Well written. :)
Susannah,
I especially like:
Low, scattered, broad brushstroke clouds,
gild the masterpiece with skeins of silver
and soft ribbons of the palest pink.
Love the cat claws in cloth armour and immediately thought of your photo for I Saw Sunday with your wonderful pet staring out the window. You may think you had trouble with these words, but all that happened was you waited for them to tell you how to use them to their best advantage. Thank you for doing so. Your imagery is fantastic and I could see it and feel it. Great job, Susannah,
Elizabeth
Thanks everyone. :-)
This was lovely, Susannah. I saw every moment, every color. I know what you mean about the word "reprehensible," and that's the word that drew me to write about Norway.
Great stuff, my dear. Amy
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