Open Poetry #46 |
Chauvet-Pont-d'Arc (burning images in stone) |
Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
Charcoal the hours burn A low glow of minutes spent as smoke To rise first the thoughts and then the ache Left as ash to the breath of wind Scattered still Upon black and white images That can not reveal the colors Of a soul Bound in wraiths of steam The mirror fogs and all I can glimpse Are long fingers probing deep with the fire Unquenched by rain or shower To smolder Within the seconds that bear sighs Loose against flesh Tied to the epiphany of a simple because I find the swing of pendulum too much Of the moment before a fall Where with eyes turned toward Cornflower sky ,wild sunflowers show the dark centers In stare to belie that sumac now red in bleed of leaves Finds ripe a time it too might be kindled for warmth Of a few passing moments more Before this the ends of September Become a pyre of color My eyes Find in the depths of iris Green Not yet deemed dead enough to brown Or with will to turn the tips of limbs into Mellifluous tunes of gold or orange Whispering easily an exhale of words to please ears And salve eyes caught up in stares Lined round the pit where hands grope through cold To touch a bit of Warm The flames tender their own Into the dust and ash And days composed of parsed fuel for hearts Are etched hard into the surface of walls Leaving glyphs we can only guess Without Rosetta’s stone |
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Eusta B. Mae Senior Member
since 2010-05-03
Posts 903 |
Gorgeous! The sumac is my favorite color of fall and I was just thinking about that last evening...I could smell and feel the fire in this one...EBM |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
Chauvet-Pont-d'Arc is a cave in France where cave drawings were discovered. Google it, and look at the images... Sumac..is indeed lovely as it marches up the fence fow wearing it's brightly covered dress and sedicing the eyes. thanks for the read ma'am....and your nice words. |
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The Lady Member Rara Avis
since 2005-12-26
Posts 7634The Southwest |
"Cornflower sky ,wild sunflowers show the dark centers In stare to belie that sumac now red in bleed of leaves Finds ripe a time it too might be kindled for warmth Of a few passing moments more Before this the ends of September Become a pyre of color" a warm and comforting poem of fall I am familiar with those glyphs. I have painted copies of some of them on my walls. |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
you must have beautiful walls ma'am... thanks for the read and your nice words, they are appreciated |
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