Dreams of Youth
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Dante Rossetti
The Day Dream
In the Public Domain in the United States, Australia and the EU
Your
dreams cascade in ripples
Of
orange and yellow
(your
favorite garden flowers have told me so)
And
buoy the darkened images
Found
dissonant in time’s map
And
held within a ring of light
(golden
perhaps)
You
walk
Unfettered
Among
the brisk rise and fall
Of
petalled moments
While
in your dreams
Your
breath is sweeter
(the
mint of toothpaste obliterated)
And
the delights of tongue and lips
Held
A
pleasure cupped
In
this crone’s hands
A
gift
As
youth swings by us
For
a moment
Like the colors and breath of the gift of youth ~
ReplyDeleteBut only for a moment, sighs ~
Happy Sunday Audrey ~
fascinating take on the picture.especially like the sensuous images that add such vibrancy and color to the piece.
ReplyDeleteDreams of colors and flavors youthful images,very good.
ReplyDeleteA very brief moment. You capture the aging process with a filtered lens and make me grateful for my own crone's hands.
ReplyDeleteThis is beautifully expressed, Audrey. Yes, I love youth swinging by us for a moment. Sometimes we get a glimpse, don't we? (And then at other times I realize there is a lot I really would not want to relive.)
ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful!
ReplyDeleteBeautifully done. Moments of importance.
ReplyDeletewow audrey, really well done...while youth swings by but a moment...lots to love in this....the flowers telling you so...ha...nice...the wiping away of the toothpaste taste...smiles....it grounds this well...very cool piece...top notch
ReplyDeleteI love this, how the narrator sees her favorite colors of youth by seeing what she nurtures in her garden. So youth seems a mere moment, but its relics remain--alive! no saints' bones here, but petals!--and bless the crone. Wow! I will hold this thought, new to me.
ReplyDeleteOne of your best, Audrey. I especially love the final stanza. Terrific write!
ReplyDeleteThis has a very seasonal feel...the flowers, the light...feels like newness,spring and youth. I like!
ReplyDeleteI must echo someone else's word. The sensual imagery sets this piece apart, to be savored often,
ReplyDeleteElizabeth
http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/
This was truly a lovely scribe, Audrey. I love "Among the brisk rise and fall
ReplyDeleteOf petalled moments" Beautiful expressed.
Love that first stanza and the whole poem too, so much can happen in a moment.
ReplyDeletestunning work! one of the best i had read this week. :)
ReplyDeleteSo many gorgeous images. I really like the parenthetical asides - they work so well in conveying the tone of the poem.
ReplyDeleteI had a reflective moment about youth yesterday as I watched some boys playing baseball in the park. I loved youth, running free, wind in my hair, feeling like nothing in the world could stop me.
ReplyDeleteYour words have such a beautiful variety of color!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much!
DeleteBeautiful!!!!
ReplyDeleteThank you Eddy!
DeleteAudrey, breathtaking phrase: "A pleasure cupped/in this crone's hands..."
ReplyDeleteI wish you had posted this at dverse, Ella's Edge, the "Wise/Wild Woman" prompt. It has more subtlety than most, yet the idea of the crone predominated there. Lovely, sad, and beautifully written. As always, that last. Amy
Thank you Amy! My teaching schedule is such that I am missing a bunch of opportunities to link up---another couple of months until summer starts!
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ReplyDeleteYour breath is sweeter
(the mint of toothpaste obliterated)
I love the mental imagery this brings up. I can practically taste the moment. Beautiful.
Lovely! The moments in a new relationship when we feel youthful are so exciting!
ReplyDeleteLove this one! Youth is such a fleeting stage, some I miss, some I would not want to relive. Nice work!
ReplyDeleteAudrey,
ReplyDeleteYour poem indicates that the process of ageing is not so dark and dreary:)
A delightful poem.....
Best wishes,
Eileen
And you're a gift with your amazing ability to join words together in a beautiful flow of imagery. May you be surrounded with a golden ring. :)
ReplyDeleteHow one remembers! The youthful endeavors and escapades in the process of growing up! Beautiful word craft Audrey!
ReplyDeleteHank
Lovely thoughts of romance - aww, there are cobwebs on those memories. lol
ReplyDeleteThis is gorgeous... I love the peeking into the dreams... I'm spending a lot of time dreaming of my garden just now. A lovely poem!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful words to match a beautiful site!
ReplyDeletethere's a sweetness between the lines
ReplyDeleteI think some memories are found only in dreams. The opening verse beautifully described this phenomenon.
ReplyDeleteSweet and tender thoughts. Enjoyable.
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