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 Princess, by 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'.
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17 comments:

  1. Gillena Cox9 June 2015 at 01:27

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

    Much love...

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  2. Susan9 June 2015 at 02:00

    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. Sherry Blue Sky9 June 2015 at 05:47

    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. Sanaa Rizvi9 June 2015 at 22:54

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

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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  5. Vandana Sharma10 June 2015 at 00:17

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

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  6. brudberg10 June 2015 at 00:34

    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. colleen10 June 2015 at 00:40

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

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  8. colleen10 June 2015 at 00:43

    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. Peter Coddle10 June 2015 at 06:11

    Love the discordance in this, tabula scabere!

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  10. Unknown10 June 2015 at 08:43

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

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  11. Marian10 June 2015 at 09:44

    Oh! Sigh.

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  12. cosmos cami10 June 2015 at 11:15

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

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  13. Rob Schackne10 June 2015 at 18:17

    However you wrote this, it is very fine.

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  14. Brother Ollie10 June 2015 at 19:49

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

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  15. Magaly Guerrero11 June 2015 at 00:14

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

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  16. Unknown12 June 2015 at 03:00

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

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  17. C.C.13 June 2015 at 04:45

    Those last two lines are killer!! Wow.

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