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Grimm Sketches For House Of Clay
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Grimm Sketches For House Of Clay |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
Sketch 1: Foundation and Footing Steady screet of sound as pick end hits ground One shovel full removed along the marked lines Of long grave the days began to bury here The stone and lime and sand that holds the joists above Some procession of Dixieland swings easier Black roses on lapel an easy target for blind bees The sting is always there When homes built on lies and quicksand Shift then crack along the seams Below frost line lives the warmth to hold A steady calm in storms as old we grow and time Ticks on like gravel dropped through sieve How well We believe in miracles or hold to hope Swing the metal spike of pick and dig deep To find reasoned more that we without ears or hands Can feel or hear but the grate When it’s only bones Enjoyed in fear Sketch 2: Elevation 1 Raised upon timbers and stone I wrap wings torn around the joints and hold out drafts Of white paper wind scattered among the clouds and trees I forgot how to fly Learned to stand only slowly as a counterweight of stone That leveraged the depths of grey into walls of Enclosed vestibule where Beds of iris bloom in snow and pale days find short sun cold I grasp the warmth of faith with tatted feather hands Hold Landscapes within shown only in a shade of broken lines Leaving room to fit the sight chosen Requisite permits not included nor is their grace in the stand Of hemlock Would the wings heal I might learn again to lift them to wind Or fold them close and pretend the steal of sky Enough for one Sketch 3: Side views as conceived We picked the names of hurricanes in season And watched them grow round with eyes that stared At hunger to draw more in Creating current of wind that raised the tide To spill over the shore as it washed away broken bottles With messages gone long from eyes Count three slowly along the edge of Eve Picking apples from the limbs of poetry drawn on page As simple lines deconstructed verbs and salvaged nouns Nursed upon the breast of ground You can see the storms come before they are born Still we stay Side elevations reviewed and iron rings Tether the siding to beds Of lupines grown blue And magnolias a fragrant hue of vestal white Sketch 4: Rear View Right The spine arches along the peak And shoulders of grass brace against the hill Pleasing both the eye and mind As captured within the lens of both is revealed the intimate Copse of well trimmed hedge bordering the lawn’s end Curves dominate the plan bringing a calm open feel To soothe the harder boundary of days When torn and battered the earth beneath was harshly used To construct a field of weeds Where wild fed the ferret and mink In their own lust to capture every small creature in teeth A sport of sorts viewed by earth and owl Through large eyed wonder at the new and different shapes of moon Sketch 5: Rear View Left Undone By you there are dreams Sketch 6: Internal Views Well to appoint the rooms with taste Understating hues as colour added in haste runs carmine And molars grind along the jaws in angst of arches Supinely displayed in REM Light let in through panes curtained eyes for modesty Though setting allow a privacy of thought Few look anyway to see beyond the lawn Still reflections move with sun and the shadows change But remain to lay juxtaposed on 11PM sighs When rough hands or words are found to please some inner need To live beyond the glass Exposed the Naked floors are pine Soft enough to yield and scar Stained honey and cinnamon they have soft glow A sheen reminding of how damp with sweat the skin Too breathes Sketch 7: From Above Shingles, shakes split and lain an overlap Patterns form are born then repeat To add patina with passing years there is a blend And wings grow weaker without test of use Feathers fade rich palate to grey Looking down on form and movements within Once upon a time grows wild a hoary head of roses Un-pruned or clipped to overtake an open expanse Hemmed in Gretel shows Hansel the way spices feel A heat at back of tongue slow warms the throat And spreads to gut where it rests An ache for more While amid the beds of foxglove and delphinium The mocking bird sings sweet notes To footnotes on back page Where sketches end the refrain of angels Fallen by and by In love So clay begins from crumbled stone and ends in rain |
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Sunkissed Senior Member
since 2002-12-03
Posts 610 |
Wow! That's all I can say. ~Sunkissed  |
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Eusta B. Mae Senior Member
since 2010-05-03
Posts 903 |
Cpat-Ditto that!! ebm |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
Sunkissed... thank you ma'am.. a wow, I'll take as a compliment |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
EBM.. thank you ma'am.. ditto what I said to Sunkissed.. lol |
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Amaryllis Senior Member
since 2010-05-20
Posts 1306Mi now |
I am still lost within this poem... exquisitely so... will be back to comment correctly when I can breathe again ~A |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
ah~~ such a kind thing to say ma'am... I am honored it might please.. |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
While amid the beds of foxglove and delphinium The mocking bird sings sweet notes To footnotes on back page Where sketches end the refrain of angels Fallen by and by In love ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This is so fine. What a tale your thoughts tell, they are like none other, your insight is so keen and absolutely phenomenal. You blow me away time and again,and I truly adore reading you. |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
Ms Blues.. to think you enjoy some part of what I scribble is an honor ma'am.. thank you for your kind words. |
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vandana
since 1999-10-22
Posts 10463USA |
enjoyed |
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The Lady Member Rara Avis
since 2005-12-26
Posts 7634The Southwest |
and there is this: "Sketch 5: Rear View Left Undone By you there are dreams" I have read and reread the depth |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
Vandana... glad you enjoyed |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
Lady... yes, then there is that... thank you for looking in. |
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