To your Grace*
Into the shade of roses I desired to hide
But I fell asleep in a book
Open on a poem about a t(ort)u(rer)tor
Poets of long ago
Under shadows and soil
Count they on seraphim
On somberness, on window panes
On doors pried open and the secret of life
On branches of cypress that lure with silence
And long, northern morning under harps
At the wane of sight
Let quietude rip out the truth
Sang of stone
*Addressed to the readers
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Very clever what you did in this line: “Open on a poem about a t(ort)u(rer)tor”
and the following lines are my favorite, so lovely
On somberness, on window panes
On doors pried open and the secret of life
On branches of cypress that lure with silence
Very nice 🙂
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Thank you so much!
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Great imagery. The first few lines in particular are enticing. There is a natural flow to your words. I really liked it. 🙂
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Thanks, HA!
I always thought that pictures and words come together. It’s not about any confrontation of two different media, simply, their cooperation, their seductive interweaving that are part of intuitive narratives/poetics of some poets. I succumbed to the impulse to intuitive playing with two seemingly conflicting media. Or is it just my style. Later on my poems will be more dramatic (My second book of poetry)…
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“At the wane of sight
Let quietude rip out the truth”
Indeed. My favourite lines. I like the feel of ‘ripping’ out the truth.
Hi Leila. I have had fun reading it. The beginning is very captivating, and the image it provokes becomes deeply embedded in the reader’s mind.
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