Sunday, March 24, 2013

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


copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2013


posted for Poets United Poetry Pantry #143

35 comments:

  1. Like the colors and breath of the gift of youth ~

    But only for a moment, sighs ~

    Happy Sunday Audrey ~

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  2. fascinating take on the picture.especially like the sensuous images that add such vibrancy and color to the piece.

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  3. Dreams of colors and flavors youthful images,very good.

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  4. A very brief moment. You capture the aging process with a filtered lens and make me grateful for my own crone's hands.

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  5. This 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.)

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  6. Beautifully done. Moments of importance.

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  7. wow 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

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  8. I 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.

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  9. One of your best, Audrey. I especially love the final stanza. Terrific write!

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  10. This has a very seasonal feel...the flowers, the light...feels like newness,spring and youth. I like!

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  11. I must echo someone else's word. The sensual imagery sets this piece apart, to be savored often,

    Elizabeth
    http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/

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  12. This was truly a lovely scribe, Audrey. I love "Among the brisk rise and fall
    Of petalled moments" Beautiful expressed.

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  13. Love that first stanza and the whole poem too, so much can happen in a moment.

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  14. stunning work! one of the best i had read this week. :)

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  15. So many gorgeous images. I really like the parenthetical asides - they work so well in conveying the tone of the poem.

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  16. I 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.

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  17. Your words have such a beautiful variety of color!

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  18. Audrey, breathtaking phrase: "A pleasure cupped/in this crone's hands..."

    I 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

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    1. 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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  19. While in your dreams
    Your breath is sweeter
    (the mint of toothpaste obliterated)

    I love the mental imagery this brings up. I can practically taste the moment. Beautiful.

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  20. Lovely! The moments in a new relationship when we feel youthful are so exciting!

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  21. Love this one! Youth is such a fleeting stage, some I miss, some I would not want to relive. Nice work!

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  22. Audrey,

    Your poem indicates that the process of ageing is not so dark and dreary:)
    A delightful poem.....

    Best wishes,
    Eileen

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  23. 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. :)

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  24. How one remembers! The youthful endeavors and escapades in the process of growing up! Beautiful word craft Audrey!

    Hank

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  25. Lovely thoughts of romance - aww, there are cobwebs on those memories. lol

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  26. This 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!

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  27. Beautiful words to match a beautiful site!

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  28. there's a sweetness between the lines

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  29. I think some memories are found only in dreams. The opening verse beautifully described this phenomenon.

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  30. Sweet and tender thoughts. Enjoyable.

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