Thursday, November 18, 2010

Crimson Pause



at the edge of crimson
where burnt melds orange to red
along an avenue of giants, fed by spring
stayed now in state, the blackening of forest
while winter white grace laden, awaits
it is the waning of November, final pause of an autumn's light
that leaves but dream of you - crystal, a place, of
 suspended sleep, and I do praying long - for
an immortals melt foreseen
a tempered moment, awakening moss green -  streams
 flowing where once I fell so deep...into promise, its love,
its mortal blind need of this...blissful
consummation, vital, its arousal of all (once)
 crimson and you - its,
your life giving
 kiss...


bkmackenzie
2010


 Magpie Tales #41

25 comments:

  1. That is really lovely. I was just driving down my street today and I noticed the sugar maples and pear trees holding out, their crown of flaming glory. It might reach freezing tonight and I fear winter is just a few days away. This winter I will write, read, sleep and dream of all that your lovely verses suggest.

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  2. thank you Kristen, what a lovely compliment...yes, dream...that is winters calling....let us all dream of things beautiful....bkm

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  3. Complex and contrasted, layered with images, reading this was almost like having that dream in my own head. I truly enjoy your craft--'the blackening of forest..' paints the starkness of the nude branches, 'while winter white grace laden' will cover them and transform them...just a magical image.

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  4. Thank you Hedgewitch for your wonder comments...that is how I saw it and am happy you saw that way also....blessings...bkm

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  5. Poem of many colors, I dream of you, too. I am in Texas now, and the colors still linger, before colorlessness enfolds the landscape, and all will be seen is the sky in royal Texas blue.

    Beautiful poem, my pleasure to be sure.

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  6. First day of white here, the color has disappeared until spring - your poem sings a special view of a lovely dream.

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  7. wow. nice tranformational poem...nice flow and easy to see the magic of it...

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  8. thank you Annell, Tumblewords and Brian...your comments mean much and with the seasons turning...there is available now many colors to write about....blessings..bkm

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  9. "The waning of November" and in such beautiful colors; I could see all of it. Lovely piece. Thank you.

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  10. So delightfully complex despite its relative simplicity. Calls up all the images of winter ... the dreamscape of winter ... just lovely. There's always a special grace about your work. Thank you for sharing this. Good Magpie.

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  11. Your words blaze colour in my head...

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  12. As we venture into a snowy crystal colored winter on Oregon's High Desert your wintry words resonate. I so enjoyed this.

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  13. Thank you
    ds..Jamie, Cad and Helen...love all your comments and cherish them...thank you...for stopping by...bkm

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  14. Your use of colors in this is exemplary it sets the mood so well!

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  15. Very beautiful, brimming with color and mood, and the changing season. Lovely, bkm.

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  16. Thanks Amanda, Sherry and Rene... had the vision of the forest, naked just before the first snow fall ...glad you liked it...bkm

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  17. Gorgeous, simple yet the complexity of the piece is elaborate in your images. Well done.

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  18. And those are colors I like!! And with wordplay like yours, I felt like devouring it all!! The fiery forests, the floating leaves, the flaked drizzle.. everything!
    Perfect for this time of the year!

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  19. Sexy. Wonderful November-ish thoughts and imagery.

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  20. I can only say to you Bkm that you have truly taken my breath away!!!! :-)

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  21. bkm:

    I love seeing that header of yours, it sets the tone for the poetry to come,, often warm intimate, sensual and gracious, this poem has many layers hidden within each element, the earthly element, the spiritual, and the layers of the human consciousness from wakefulness to sleep and interconnection between them all.

    Joanny
    Thanks for the comment and have a lovely Thanksgiving as well.

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  22. what a beautiful piece! i love the smooth flow and great imagery of your words, bkm. bravo!

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  23. beautiful and dreamy--caught between fall and winter--longing for that which is lost or just not near--great magpie!

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