Holding the Sky
this windward evening rests green and purple... the suppuration of cloud hearts permeates permeates grey tree skeletons and the clack clack of their shadows scything through the grass. winter dusk is perfect as a pantomime face - summer’s stolen apricots thick on her eyelids I turn to cross the road and see a bus windscreen holding the sky like an oil slick // shimmer and swirl appearances can be deceiving
Written for Anna’s dVerse prompt “Fall Seven Times, Stand up Eight”
Wonderful! I agree, winter dusk is perfect.
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Many thanks, Bob!
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I love your striking and original imagery in a poem with a central conceit that reinforces the unreliability of those impressions and surfaces. A deep and meaningful exploration of the prompt; thank you so much for joining us!
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Many thanks for your livy comment, Ann’s. And thanks also for an interesting prompt!!
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How beautiful you have painted: winter dusk is perfect. I can see that grey tree skeletons and summer’s stolen apricots. Agree – appearances can be deceiving. Thanks for joining in.
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Thanks Grace. 🙂
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“I turn to cross the road
and see a bus windscreen
holding the sky like
an oil slick // shimmer and swirl”
Wow!! You nailed the prompt. 🙂
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Thanks! 🙂
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🙂
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Worms, another stellar write. ❤️
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Many thanks!
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You are welcome.
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I love that second stanza!
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I really like the personification in this. That second stanza is especially awesome
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Thank you JYP!
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Ad pantomime face; terrific image of winter and those somber days.
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Adored; should read
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Thanks, K!
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