Some Times (Poem 7 for April)
Some Times
In moments when the blue breaks
into brightness, then to black,
the shades that crowd the farthest shore
no longer will stand back.
They reach in willow whisper,
grasp in spilled-ink din,
tug against my hold on you
pulling me to them.
It’s none of it ill-meaning,
this grip that cuts joy neat,
no more than blows of northern wind
do, conscious, wish to beat–
until at last receding,
calming as a sea;
they let return cerulean
with breakers far and lee
and you and me, we ride waves cupped
like Mona Lisa smiles,
filling palms with re-joined blue
that fills all cracks this while.
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Draft Poem 7 for April National Poetry Month. I will link this to Real Toads Open Platform tomorrow (Tuesday) hosted by Marian. (I’ve been a bit ahead of the game but have some trying days ahead so who knows? Ha!)
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April 5, 2016 at 5:00 am
Oh, very nice. Somehow I’m charmed by the rhyming of “din” with “them.” 🙂
April 5, 2016 at 5:23 am
Beautiful series of images. Love the final:
‘and you and me, we ride waves cupped
like Mona Lisa smiles,’
Stunning simile.
April 5, 2016 at 7:03 am
we ride waves cupped
like Mona Lisa smiles,
Such a gorgeous image 😀
April 5, 2016 at 7:07 am
I love the way you use the ballad rhythm, making it suggest the ebb and flow of the waves as well as that of the relationship. Beautiful images, pictorial and verbal.
April 5, 2016 at 8:39 am
I don’t know which is more beautiful: the gulls or their shadows. Your poem is so musical and filled with wonderful visual images and resounding words. I enjoyed it very much.
April 5, 2016 at 8:43 am
“They reach in willow whisper,
grasp in spilled-ink din” I love this (and all of it though I didn’t want to have to copy and paste the whole lovely thing).
April 5, 2016 at 11:29 am
This is so pretty. “They reach in willow whisper,
grasp in spilled-ink din,” and the Mona Lisa smile ending lined just do it for me,
April 5, 2016 at 12:26 pm
I adore “they reach in willow whisper”….so beautiful. Loved this one, kiddo.
April 5, 2016 at 12:58 pm
This poem is so lovely, romantic and a bit melancholy, or is that just me. I really enjoyed it.
April 5, 2016 at 1:58 pm
a soul’s veneer(s) have been made clearly to smooth the rough edge(s)
each time our life demands prayer with ten fingers and though we’ve often sewn ourselves a persona as the hewn handle(s) of said life…
we do give up our bodies to be nextto/inside/partof
someone else’s skin for “a while”
is it all to wonder when the next womb smile begins…? most likely…
this poem feels like a favorite sweater or blanket
comfort cyclically
between gull sounds and lap poems of waves…loved it…
April 5, 2016 at 2:06 pm
I like the whole thing, K. “His grip that cuts joy neat” sounds scary but then none of Natures wild players could ever be ‘ill-meaning’.
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April 5, 2016 at 3:22 pm
So much to love in this… maybe mostly the way you used the metaphors of the sea and waves… so much of how a relationship plays out in that…
April 5, 2016 at 8:22 pm
Thanks, Bjorn. Hope you had a nice break.
April 5, 2016 at 8:04 pm
Your talent is astonishing. I’m always most enamored of your line breaks, which add so much to your poetry/storytelling.
I am especially drawn to the first two stanzas.
April 5, 2016 at 8:22 pm
Ha. Well, thanks so much. I spend a fair amount of time on line breaks though I’m never sure of the rhyme or reason that I am looking for only that some things feel better to me than others. Thanks for your very kind comment. K.
April 6, 2016 at 12:10 am
elegant and restful, K ~
April 6, 2016 at 4:12 am
Poem and pic hover right there — so much exploding at once, precise and still amid furious motions. Speaker and beloved are here and long gone, the “rejoined blue” ready for the next “cracks.” Amen.
April 6, 2016 at 4:17 am
Thanks, Brendan, for your articulate comment–sorry mine was not very coherent at your place; rather tired–k.
April 6, 2016 at 12:32 pm
Gorgeous photo and these words
“they let return cerulean
with breakers far and lee
and you and me, we ride waves cupped
like Mona Lisa smiles,”
especially charming!