Fragmenting
birdsong outside is muted behind
glass and walls and
sirens speeding convoluted paths
closer, closer, cut short nearby —
the sun, that rose demurely this
morning behind layered veils
of blue and grey above the hill,
is an elusive disc
as dull as the flat sky itself
reflected in parked cars
under a dusting of pale pollen;
its dimness puts the world on a slant
a severed portion of spectrum,
unnatural, partial light flickering
in the night falling all day,
transmuting perception into still shots
cut boughs of forsythia now spent
their yellows withered
lavender tulip petals
clinging to the table
glass and walls and
sirens speeding convoluted paths
closer, closer, cut short nearby —
the sun, that rose demurely this
morning behind layered veils
of blue and grey above the hill,
is an elusive disc
as dull as the flat sky itself
reflected in parked cars
under a dusting of pale pollen;
its dimness puts the world on a slant
a severed portion of spectrum,
unnatural, partial light flickering
in the night falling all day,
transmuting perception into still shots
cut boughs of forsythia now spent
their yellows withered
lavender tulip petals
clinging to the table
posted by MB at 9:49 AM
16 Comments:
oh mb, you startle me with your ability to paint these images so clearly. they sweep through my brain and cut straight to my heart. wow!!! i was right there in that moment. thank you so much!
Paint is the right word; my mind your canvas!
alan
Richly painted canvas
of beautiful pieces of nature
Your words dance, float, and
rest peacefully like dawn to dusk.
(I love to paint nature as you can see by my current post.)
you really speak to the moment and to me
thanks
"birdsong outside is muted behind
glass and walls and
the sun, that rose demurely this
morning behind layered veils.."
Ce n'est plus de la poésie , c'est de la musique , un vrai tableau de peinture !
Yes, very clearly captured, painted. Very nice.
Even when you do loss, fragmentation, clinging to what's disappearing "lavender tulip petals/ clinging to the table," or the darker vision of our alientation, you do it with light, grace, beauty. I hope you're okay- emotionally this shot through me, "a severed portion of spectrum," and I didn't want to think you were struggling. But, then, a poet expresses the full range of our experience... and in your writing, even the vision of what's muted outside, like birdsong, or sun, is beautiful.
The imagery here is just beautiful. Each line a visual feast. Even the dull sky and sun--that elusive disc--inspire a magnificent, though muted portrait.
I felt the passage of time in this as almost tactile/tangible...and the washed-out off-spectrum colors remind me of the way things go during an eclipse or partial eclipse of the sun.
Attentional/emotive scrims, shuttling back and forth, sieving light.
This is very good, MBN, very powerful. Captures a mood so well.
It is the whole picture that dazzles, isn't it? The bits and pieces lose their luster if they are taken alone.
The words have found a place in my mind! wonderful imagry perhaps the phrase that catches my imagination the most is "partial light flickering in the night falling all day,transmuting perception into still shots" -- my imagination is having a wonderful time.
Snowsparkle and Alan... thank you, as ever, for your warm words. They are most welcome.
Silvermoon, I'll come check it out! Thanks for stopping by.
Jean, merci pour vos mots genereux! Je suis toujours heureuse a vous voir ici.
Leslee, thank you!
Brenda, thanks for your concern. I'm fine. Just an attempt to capture the weather of the moment.
RD, I'm very glad you enjoyed it. I wasn't sure how this one would come across, or if it even would!
Lori, you nailed some the imagery very precisely. Thanks. Scrims is a great metaphor.
Mary, I'm glad you felt that. I am, as you know, unable to forecast responses!
Mermaid, yes. The whole is greater than the parts.
Endment, thank you so much for telling me this! How wonderful! The lines you refer to were the ones I thought might be most difficult to apprehend. I'm grateful you are enjoying them.
MB,
Each line, a picture. Taken as a whole, a themed exhibition left here for us. Thank you.
This is such a vivid picture I can almost taste the coloures
Firehawk, thank you for reading. I appreciate your presence here.
Sue, I loved your response.
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