semantic mood
erupts flow's focus
dolls, crayons and collected shells
once my Disneyworld
sea glass memories
toss n' turn
gently buffed
blurring the sharp points
shades of gray alluvium shake the ribbons
of red from my hair
Mica's sparks appear
loyal ripple remains
in modest nature
data bank walks through refracted light
down streets of tall oaks, ocean's breeze, and New England homes
blue logic jars muse
investigates n' collides with Sedimentary thought
red roses brighten mood
hot ash, flames flicker, igniting glowing dream
smoldering hope laps the picket fence
doll china plates encircle grand, massive Maple
paralyzing thoughts appear
like heavy stones
candles outline shadows of guests
music buffers the fortress
concrete thoughts set in time's quicksand
unkept roses, wilt and fade
clusters of purple dignity forced to bloom
tight budded dream still green
encouraging unfurled Starbursts
in lingering horizon to come into focus
death's door robbed edges of final youth
alcohol erupts families' dinner plates
words cut like knives at carnival's fun house
economic pulse like a drive-through window
expansion of dust billows
in lingered thought
fault line
scars fragile core
This was hard to write, but maybe what I needed to do~
ReplyDeleteGoodness Ella, I wouldn't have guessed that you had been struggling to write. This is huge in scope, and kind of fearless too.
ReplyDeleteThere are so many phrases and images I liked, but the idea of sea glass memories really captured my imagination.
This is a very poetic stream of complicated thoughts. Like Kerry, I never would dream from this you were struggling to write.....do keep writing, the flow will ease again........you need a Do Not Disturb sign to wear on your forehead, hee hee, so people give you some time and space in which to create:)
ReplyDeleteSherry-I love that idea; how fun! I might make such a sign with those sticker letters, lol or maybe a hat, tee,hee Thank you!
ReplyDeleteKerry-Some of my recent poems on Poets United have been odds n' ends I put together. I feel emotional drained and thought my poetry would show that. For me, poetry is personal and harder to write. Reflective bits of thoughts, that you want to put out there, so people can find a common thread, a connection, or maybe an Irish pennant. (Navy talk for stray threads).
Thank you Kerry, I grew up by the bay and searched for shore treasures most of my life.
*There wasn't a house fire, my passion was art/creating. I was talked and detoured out of following this course. A family death and a disease tossed me off course. I still want my dream~
Alomost stream-of-consciousness but with beginnings and endings. Amazing collection of ideas. Any one of them would have made a good poem; you put them together and wrote a REALLY good poem!
ReplyDeleteWhat an amazing poem. Thank you so much for sharing it!
ReplyDeleteWonderful imagery, and such a powerful closing stanza. I have sat at such dinner tables. That core grows strong in those who sit there.
ReplyDeleteAck, lost my comment. Your imagery is wonderful. Your last stanza is very powerful. I have sat at such dinner tables. The core grows strong in those who sit there.
ReplyDeleteI love this poem, I know you said in your notes, "poeming," has been difficult, you certainly nailed this one...I loved each word!!
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