I count and wait as they dance on:
After the flake and the flurry
there is something left behind
in her eyes, a powered sky
Our wings mix with colors
where the snow bleeds red
in my hands, a pocket of time
A night between thin air
Her song, danser dans l'air
in my heart, blood stains blue
Earth empties its waste
I count and wait
in her scent, love holds true
The darling buds of May
a moon beginning to wane
in my dream, I dance with you
Inspired by Marian at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads where she shares her admiration for The Jayhawks.
Shared at Sunday Scribblings, my form of 'stretch' is to dance.
This is lovely!
ReplyDeleteThanks for reading, Mama Zen!
Deleteoooooh very, very beautiful. so many luscious phrases and imagines! i really like this. a night between thin air? wow.
ReplyDeleteMarian, this was fun! I don't know if it gets any better than a music and color prompt. Thank you!
DeleteHow dreamlike this is as colors and feeling are intermingled, each change observed prompts a new sense of love.
ReplyDeleteI think that there is a color and scent for all of our feelings. And a bunch of colors for love. :)
DeleteOh, there is so much beautiful subtle movement within this poem, Archna!! So artfully rendered. I love the red on white and the blue in red of these bleeding raw images. Well written!
ReplyDeleteThank you dear Hannah for reading so deeply. I like to stop and reflect when colors start to bleed.
DeleteI second Hannah......lovely....
ReplyDeleteThanks Sreeja!
Deletedancing with the birds...what a wonderful thought...this is awesom...
ReplyDeleteThank you GS!
DeleteI too agree with Hannah who spoke so well about the movement and color in your piece. It is beautiful
ReplyDeleteThanks Susie, lots of movement where there is music and color. :)
DeleteSo many wistful images.This poem left me feeling sad.
ReplyDeleteThanks for reading Kerry!
DeleteThe lightness of touch you have with words means that air is the natural place for you to dance. Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful thing to say, Altonian!
Deletethis glides like a soft dance
ReplyDeleteThank you!
DeleteSorry it took so long to respond to your post. Was a li'l preoccupied all week.
ReplyDeleteThis is such a lovely poem. I love the melange of red and blue. You are truly such a fine writer, Archna :)
Hi, no worries! Thanks for stopping in and for these lovely words! :)
Deletemmm beautiful piece...i def love the sway in this that matches that dance...you blend some hard images....the waste...the bleeding with the beautiful in nice contrast...
ReplyDeleteThanks Brian! I don't think that we can feel anything unless we let ourselves bleed into it.
DeleteIn my dreams, i dance with you. I miss you.
ReplyDeleteThis is sublime. Trance, love letter, aerial spin. I am lost for words. It lives somewhere between sinew and season, bone and blossom. Gorgeous writing!
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