Brushstrokes

Brushstrokes

A Poem by J
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Lots of happenings, all combined? I guess, yes.

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Too much in all of this a sense of calm, dilution, between the whorls of fingerprints 
left on windowpanes, outside where the world turns and flows much like the time 
we travelled the length of the Kaikoura coast, anxiously waiting for the spume 
of whales to breach air and daylight. You told me I should never break 

Unless I mean it in all dimensions: the physical, the emotional, 
the immaterial, all in sullen blue, with streaks of marigold, ground shellac 
and varnish our landscape and easel, one I would paint your body with 
until nothing else glows and nothing else is the same because 

This destination always becomes a well-worn pair of jeans, a faded buckle, 
the taste of cinnamon and cloves scraping the air. You, scattered yet motherly, 
moon and ova, the penumbra and corona where soil and water meet, where 
traces of sky and fire is our only escape, where hemispheres clash 

And destroy what is left 
of winter leaving this canvas. 

© 2015 J



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This blows my mind. It's so descriptive in a way that doesn't leave you with a certain picture or image, but rather like the title, it is a story painted in brushstrokes that is not the easiest to visualize or even comprehend. I really enjoyed this piece. The flow of it is like the ocean, completely natural, and I appreciate finding that in poetry.

Posted 7 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.




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a very good poem, visual yet introspective, full of imagery that works togther, anecdotal yet universal, full of carefully picked metaphors - written with care and talent, great job.

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

these are the best kind of words to come back to, a pilgrimage of sorts to beauty

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

it is simply amazing!

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

such a breath of fresh air to find this. this is truly excellent.

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I now move on with the taste of cinnamon and cloves on my tongue and vivid images roaming my mind.

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This was beautiful...I could go swimming in it. It's like ocean waves washing over me...

Posted 4 Years Ago



You have a painter's eye and a poet's sensibility.

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

These words fell out of the sky and onto your artist's heart, seeing love draped in ever changing colours .. beautiful. Complete reality left to to dwindle kindly ..

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

emmajoy

2 Years Ago

Hope to read more, now. Three years has passed and time -- wrapped in all its colours and shapes, s.. read more
There are so many conflicting, emotive and colourful strands in this poem, just like painting. The poem has true resonance and very much in your own voice. I adore the structure, I think you've been able to allow the strands to develop to the extent you have by having the first sections as prosaic in structure and only the last showing you truly breaking free. Don't know why but the structure reminds of a haibun. You always had such great syllabic control, even when its artfully hidden.

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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