the contrasts of worlds do not come
in possession. there are
colors and consorts
of visionaries, weeds through which a wisdom
presents aspects of knowing
there is talk
of doing - scripted simultaneously
and apart
immersing souls
driven and divine - tossed to
drape desert seashores
porting Glasgow maiden and urns
Grecian blue
bkmackenzie
copyrighted 2012
posted for magpie tales
The first stanza quite captures the subtlety of all that - the self in the contradictions...
ReplyDeleteThank you so much William life is filled as are we with contradictions...bkm
DeleteLove your use of color throughout the piece.
ReplyDeleteThank you Brenda...bkm
DeleteThis is lovely, and your use of language is so skillful.
ReplyDeleteMary thank you for reading and your kind words I take them to heart...bkm
DeleteI really love this:
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in possession
thank you Laurie..I always love your comments...bkm
DeleteI especially like "driven and divine"...
ReplyDeleteReally like the colors and image in this prompt...thank you for posting and commenting...bkm
Deletelovely, lovely,lovely..esp the glasgow maiden and urns grecian blue...mmmm
ReplyDeleteThank you Kay - I really appreciate your works thank you again...bkm
DeleteEspecially love the poetic "weeds" and "desert seashores". Like some surreal reality!
ReplyDeleteThank you Gemmma I am glad you liked it...bkm
Deletenice...that first stanza is esp tight for me bk...your opening lines are grippers...good stuff...
ReplyDeleteBrian - many thanks my friend...bkm
Deleteany time ma'am...smiles....always grea to see you...
Delete"there are colors and consorts
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presents aspects of knowing"
The leaders and powers that be, obviously did not find it easy as they had to take into account all kinds of obstacles. That's how I read this and I think it's true! Great write bkm!
Hank
I enjoy your subtle alliterations.
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i like draped desert sea horses
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There's a visionary quality to the poem, as it comes alive with your very orecise words, arranged so delicately in images and notions that hover around meaning but leave us with possibilities ungrasped. Lovely really.
ReplyDeleteYour third stanza is outstanding. I always try to eat a potato chip when I read your work. You always present such a unique and creative dip to flavour my ordinary perspective into something more than I would have imagined on my own. Oh, I liked this very much!
ReplyDeleteStrongly visual, but still, it isn't just pictures, there's a great deal of substance here, certainly in the loaded beginning, but also in the ambiguity of the final lines, where you are describing, I think, more than just a color, or a painting.
ReplyDeleteThe pulling together,the synchronous scripting... I get a sense of that although not sure on the allusions of some of the lines.... It does roll off the tongue and around the mind though :-)
ReplyDeleteBarb, this quite a lovely piece. Beautiful visually. I haven't been to read you in ages, but now I am on vacation. I am hoping for some luxurious reading. You did not disappoint.
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