I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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8 June 2015

she cry fast like delirious

life is not still
we sing rust sky
as a sunup chant
goddess hair gorgeous but
stop her mad moan
what shadow and blood
the symphony is bitter sad
on honey skin in summer





















Created at Magnetic Poetry, using the Original Kit (each word selected individually from those presented, and arranged by whim). I've been reading Diana: The Life of a Troubled Princessby Sally Bedell Smith; I expect this influenced my subconscious. 

 Linked with Monday WRites15, and also to The Tuesday Platform at 'imaginary garden with real toads'.

17 comments:

  1. Ah how sad resounding the moans of a beautiful princess. Thanks for linking to Monday WRites

    Much love...

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  2. Oh the sad symphony under a rust sky. How you set the scene, I feel I have been there carrying a heaviness I couldn't put down.

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  3. I am DELIGHTED by this and went and played with the magnetic words myself for a bit...I didnt know they were online, I fear Distraction now will beckon me back often...it does get the neurons moving about a bit, though. Always a good thing, LOL.

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  4. Loved the setting of this invigorating piece..! Well penned :D

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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  5. Over the coloured dresses all seems lovely but underneath there is sad truth.

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  6. A rust sky is such clear image.. foreboding for her end.. Love what you can do with those magnetic poetry things.

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  7. Such a mix of sweetness with pain, beauty and sadness.

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  8. Oh, even better now that I read it was created with magnetic poetry. I just thought you were being somewhat avant garde.

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  9. Love the discordance in this, tabula scabere!

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  10. You make magnetic poetry look so effortless :D I love the images evoked from a few words.

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  11. Each word (with the staccato provided by Mag Poetry) was like tiny bites of my favorite meal. Nice!

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  12. However you wrote this, it is very fine.

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  13. I like the subtle idea of Diana woven into your poem.

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  14. Your title made me tremble with anticipation... And the last four lines nearly broke my heart. Wonderful.

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  15. Such conciseness! You know I like that, Rosemary! And to think, magnets made it happen. ;-)

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  16. Those last two lines are killer!! Wow.

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