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
a touch somber for such a pretty image. Metaphors very telling, especially the eyes.
ReplyDeleteI know--I had a lot of trouble finding the right image this time--Thanks Aprille!
DeleteLooking for another picture
DeleteNice formatting of words in the page. This part is dark and foretelling of shadows:
ReplyDeletein its movement
toward
each little death
toward the in between time
Thank you Grace!
DeleteOnce 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.
ReplyDeleteHi Cyndi! You are so kind!!! Thanks!
Deletei like how you spin the metaphor here..a very accesible image and filled with fine layers
ReplyDeleteThank you Claudia!
DeleteI'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
ReplyDeleteNo worries--the end of a day, the end of a life--and the times in bewteen
DeleteI love your use of words, very watercolour-painting feel, just beautiful Audrey.
ReplyDeleteThank you Rhonda!
Deletelovely 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.
ReplyDeleteThank you Brian!!
DeleteI feel like I just went to a sky ballet!
ReplyDeleteHi Colleen! I am glad that you enjoyed this piece! Thank you!
DeleteOh, I got lost in this! Gorgeous!
ReplyDeleteThank you Talon!
DeleteAudrey, you really have wonderful images here. Love this.
ReplyDeleteThe choice of your words, with such description, makes me feel there must be more words than there actually are - masterful!
ReplyDeleteI 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.
ReplyDeleteI 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!!
ReplyDeleteI relate to that in-between time. Eyes are the windows. Well written.
ReplyDeleteYou had me at the title. And then, THIS:
ReplyDelete"she watches
the sun
dance upon the beaming sky
in its movement
toward
each little death"
Oh, my.
I also love the form of this! Very lovely.
ReplyDeleteAudrey, 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.
ReplyDeleteAnn Marcaida
DeleteI love the imagery in this poem, wonderful!
ReplyDeleteEnjoyed. Great imagery.
ReplyDeleteWhat 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.
ReplyDeleteYou 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.
ReplyDeleteWow. This is wonderful. I especially loved the sun moving towards death and arms pointed toward dusk.
ReplyDeleteSo lovely, all these poetry posts and pics are starting to inspire me to write my own!
ReplyDeleteAlthough potentially sad, this has a feeling of gentle inevitability which I like.
ReplyDeleteWow...a beautiful definition of death...No wonder it is called a new life.
ReplyDeleteYou said it with poise and elegance and not a single sad word...loved it, Audrey!
This is sad, poignant and lovely all at once, I love the crinkled sticks and the arms pointing toward dusk, beautiful imagery!
ReplyDeleteYes, the in between time, this is quite beautiful, Audrey.
ReplyDeletePamela
btw, I am late getting round to read.
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
ReplyDeleteYour words and images are powerful and telling. Loved the line about wrinkled eyes. Great poem Audrey.
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ReplyDeletethe sun
dance upon
the beaming sky
She sure can learn a lot from there, Audrey! Great wordcraft!
Hank
Like the sound of "...waves upon wrinkled eyes, crinkled into sticks". And you have wonderful imagery throughout. Very nce.
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ReplyDeleteSuch 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.
ReplyDeleteI 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!
Beautiful, Audrey.
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