rumple

rumple

A Poem by Paula
"

for Diego

"

 

 

the purple bloom of granny’s bonnet

where comes the moth to vitalise

oh columbine! ... the mouse moth, the dot moth...

 

 

doves cloistered and dispersed

green horizon rumple. shudder down the mad reasons

why powder makes a mess around here.

 

 

and now Diego’s gone, aswell...

the youngest wood smokes the most

oh columbine!, the fires crack, the coldness stays

 

 

and what remains? I thought it were a sadness

of just one time and just one place

but no: the window flies

 

 

in fierce wind, and's hurled against the house

again, and again,

and again

 

 

... how many times before it comes:

that a bruise is death but isn’t known

by those who rage in blinding smoke?

 

 

 

© 2013 Paula


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ANM
Columbine..Mr Shakespear would have approved very well written Paula

Posted 10 Years Ago


Many views, few words... In truth I did not get all the references but what I did take away from this was the intent and feel as the words echoed as I read aloud.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Paula

10 Years Ago

Thanks for reading, Chris. I appreciate that
... how many times before it comes:

that a bruise is death but isn’t known

by those who rage in blinding smoke?

i love the ending first off. and diego's gone - i like the personal touch to it. there is an ethereal quality to it. the smoke and the ashes in the wake of destruction and a perceived madness that calls after us. well done paula.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Strong winds turn tiny fires into clouds of smoke; poignant experiences in brief seconds remain as remembered bruises. sharp images, not one word wasted. Astonishing. Thank you.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Paula

10 Years Ago

Hi Doug. Thanks for reading.
This was absolutely beautiful, Paula. The words spoke, no, they sang! I love a piece that begins with something tangible and effective, like your grandmother's bonnet, and then transforms into an ending with a line like "by those who rage in blinding smoke?" How did we get here...through reading this beautiful poem and delving into a very creative and talented mind. Well done.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Paula

10 Years Ago

Thank you, Sarah. Big thanks
~this is great-esoteric imagery-alluring~
~you have to read more than once-
-but it's curious & very graceful~ :))
"and what remains? I thought it were a sadness
of just one time and just one place
but no: the window flies" :))



Posted 10 Years Ago


Paula

10 Years Ago

Thankyou for that, James. I think of just the few I've written thus far, this one has the most heart.. read more
wunder

10 Years Ago

~my pleasure~ :))

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