Tuesday, May 7, 2013

Death's Arabesque





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balancing

     waves upon wrinkled eyes

crinkled into sticks


she watches

     the sun

     dance upon the beaming sky

in its movement

toward

     each little death

          toward the in between time

eyes

brown and desiccated

watch the dance unfold

in graceful

     arabesque

          arms pointed toward dusk




copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2013

Posted for dVerse

45 comments:

  1. a touch somber for such a pretty image. Metaphors very telling, especially the eyes.

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    1. I know--I had a lot of trouble finding the right image this time--Thanks Aprille!

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  2. Nice formatting of words in the page. This part is dark and foretelling of shadows:

    in its movement

    toward

    each little death

    toward the in between time

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  3. Once again, you're phenomenal. This poem carries such deep meaning - so multifaceted and eloquent, and yet, all of us are subject to the spring, summer, fall and winter of our lives...and sunsets, too.

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  4. i like how you spin the metaphor here..a very accesible image and filled with fine layers

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  5. I've reas it 6 times, more after reading the comments. I am missing something. Could you explain where exactly the metaphor is that everyone sees? >KB

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    1. No worries--the end of a day, the end of a life--and the times in bewteen

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  6. I love your use of words, very watercolour-painting feel, just beautiful Audrey.

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  7. lovely imagery in this audrey....the in between time i find particularly intriguing...as often we measure life in the moments of great action or emotion but the in between times are just as important and will shape who we are...i like the dance too...smiles.

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  8. I feel like I just went to a sky ballet!

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    1. Hi Colleen! I am glad that you enjoyed this piece! Thank you!

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  9. Oh, I got lost in this! Gorgeous!

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  10. Audrey, you really have wonderful images here. Love this.

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  11. The choice of your words, with such description, makes me feel there must be more words than there actually are - masterful!

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  12. I enjoyed this very much. I think you have captured in spare words glorious moments of ecstasy and exultation. For me, it does reflect the flower in the picture that you use at the head of the poem.

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  13. I too love the in between times... we all are born and we all will die, but the in between times make us who we are. We can make them what we will... love it!!

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  14. I relate to that in-between time. Eyes are the windows. Well written.

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  15. You had me at the title. And then, THIS:
    "she watches

    the sun

    dance upon the beaming sky

    in its movement

    toward

    each little death"

    Oh, my.

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  16. I also love the form of this! Very lovely.

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  17. Audrey, this is just short of being something incredible. I hope you will join Inkstained and get some input. Email me if you need an invite.

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  18. I love the imagery in this poem, wonderful!

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  19. What an interesting pairing, death and dance. It is not unique; I've paired them before. But your painting of the couple is more delicate and beautiful. Very nice. Thank you for the visit and comment, and I love your banner art.

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  20. You have given me much to think about this morning, which of course is one mark of a very good poet. Beautiful, dark, melancholy....all of these and more.

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  21. Wow. This is wonderful. I especially loved the sun moving towards death and arms pointed toward dusk.

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  22. So lovely, all these poetry posts and pics are starting to inspire me to write my own!

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  23. Although potentially sad, this has a feeling of gentle inevitability which I like.

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  24. Wow...a beautiful definition of death...No wonder it is called a new life.

    You said it with poise and elegance and not a single sad word...loved it, Audrey!

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  25. This is sad, poignant and lovely all at once, I love the crinkled sticks and the arms pointing toward dusk, beautiful imagery!

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  26. Yes, the in between time, this is quite beautiful, Audrey.

    Pamela
    btw, I am late getting round to read.

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  27. you created a captivating sense of inevitability with acceptance in this piece, I found a sense of assurance that added a layer of peace that was quite taking, love write ~ Rose

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  28. Your words and images are powerful and telling. Loved the line about wrinkled eyes. Great poem Audrey.

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  29. she watches
    the sun
    dance upon
    the beaming sky

    She sure can learn a lot from there, Audrey! Great wordcraft!

    Hank

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  30. Like the sound of "...waves upon wrinkled eyes, crinkled into sticks". And you have wonderful imagery throughout. Very nce.

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  32. Such a lovely poem Audrey, its as if it was written by an Angelic being. I loved reading it and will be sharing your awesome poem, and poetry blog for sure elsewhere.

    I will definitely be sharing it on a cool poetry community I had the pleasure of putting into motion on Facebook, and in many other social platforms. Bravo! on doing such a wonderful job!

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