2/25/10

An indigo child born with strawberry hair,
guards letters behind the ivy bricks.
She strains to make her eyes aware,
while candles flatter thawing wicks.
Her bones exposed through music boxes,
reveal her dreams of dozing foxes.
She'll know the glowing skies are close,
when kettles fade to comatose.
 
Photo credit: Oleg Oprisco

7 comments:

  1. Where oh where did you come up with the perfect words for the picture or the perfect picture for your words?

    You take ordinary words and weave them into a scarf to wrap around my imagination. Thank you for that, my friend.

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  2. ahhhh..these are sooo good! i love them. you've got an amazing talent, wow!

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  3. Chelsea, thank you, thank you.
    Truth Ferret, I've actually had a few people ask me where I found inspiration lately. And to answer them, and your question, I'll tell you that most of my writing comes from things I dream about. I write them all down as soon as I wake and come back in the afternoon over tea to revise. The photos? I've been lucky. I usually search for photographs with a keyword in one of my poems. Mermaids, foxes, spiderwebs, etc.
    I can't thank you enough for reading my words.

    But thank you.♥

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  4. At once prophetic and hahaha! No mean trick, that.

    But then, I suppose that's the nature of the dream, no?

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  5. I absolutely love the natural ebb and flow to this verse. Very well done.

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  6. I like the imagery of this poem, but I have a question: is there a stylistic reason for the commas on the odd-numbered lines? They're often grammatically incorrect and cause the flow of the poem to stutter, when the smooth transition between enjambed lines would increase the breathtaking elegance of the poem.

    (Also, thank you for commenting on my blog a few days ago.)

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  7. Darling, Prester John, to answer your question I must say yes, there is a reason. I use commas in my poems (grammatically correct or not) as a pause between breaths. If I were to read this to you someday, you would here me pause at every inserted comma. It may not make sense to everyone else, but it adds something for me. I'll explain more to you over tea someday. Thank you for your comment, lovely. Keep in touch.

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