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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29 April 2016

Snapshot, Front Window, Evening

It's wet out. Shiny purple
challenges the grey, 
saying: 'Fairies live here'.
You can read it from the road.

And to me the photo animates 
my wind chimes' mellow notes, 
kids in the street whistling, 
the flurry of a sudden bird.

China clowns on the sill
play instruments and dance. 
A toy car rests, 
awaiting a boy's visit. 

The rag doll I begged 
from a shoe shop (there 
to quieten customers' children)
lounges on the thermostat.

Bin lids and evergreen trees
are bright in fading light.
I close the blind on Autumn cool,
turn in; feed myself and my cat.

















Written for the Instapoetry prompt at 'imaginary garden with real toads'.

17 comments:

  1. Love the feeling of feathery fragments...glimpses of symbolic still life and glimpses of sounds beyond.

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  2. I love the little characters on the window ledge, they seem to be looking out in anticipation. Your poem introduces and animates them all creating a mellow and charming mood :-)

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  3. Oh I love how you created that border inbetween .. the inside and outside playing together... Thank you for playing along.

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  4. Ah sweet, a very peaceful feel here. K.

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  5. I too like the glimpses you have shared, Rosemary. Your verse about the toys is begging me to add another verse to mine and put in a few. Sad thing though, the rabbits ruined ALL of their water toys. Poetic license can put them and others back, I may do that. The rest is pretty well true, rabbits and birds et al.
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    1. Just now, before I could get a picture, two little rabbits ran across the patio. Our granddaughter frightened them but I did manage to get a picture of one of them, hiding behind some bushes.
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  6. Love the gorgeous contrast between the inside and outside :D a sense of calm and peace runs through your verse. Beautifully penned.

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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  7. You have captured the solitude of a rainy day.

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  8. I LOVE your window sill....and the poem, which gives us a sense of the poet at home...lovely, Rosemary.

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  9. This breathes security and everything that makes a house a home.

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  10. Your descriptions of both the items on your shelf and the sounds and images outside your window drew me in. I especially like that you tied the items to the places you got them and the people that held them in the past, or may hold them in the future. Beauty in everyday things. Thank you for sharing.

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  11. I could feel the peace and loveliness here. Thanks.

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  12. I love the inner and outer view...and this:

    "Shiny purple
    challenges the grey,"

    I love the notion of colors challenging each other!

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  13. Love this glimpse at both sides of your window, Rosemary!

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  14. The first stanza....love it for so many reasons, but to me it feels powerful, symbolic, laden with so much meaning.

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  15. I love how you've written it in glances, seeing the familiar with meaning and appreciation. It is comforting.

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