the dVerse Poets Pub is open ~ Grace is hosting and invites to use "synesthesia" in our poems ~ blurring boundaries between senses, creating vivid imagery that resonates with the writer and reader emotionally.
her regret was blue / not a weeping blue
more like a dusky-sky hue
bruised and dignified / tired but standing
their love had never made a song she could hum
it had no key / no resonance
just the low static / of responsibility
the chord-less drone / of almost
when the air moved that day / it glowed
her dream of a future like glass
wind chimes in a high breeze / delicate / discordant
it hurt to hear / but it would hurt more not to
she became a woman / fluent in taste and hue
in the sound of her own voice
filling a room / with no apology
and when she looks back / which she does quietly
hand resting on her pulse
the memory of that leaving shimmers
like heat above asphalt / distorted
but undeniably real
That blue is sharp, bruised and dignified. You captured the emotional upheaval, like heat above asphalt. Helen, wishing you a good summer break.
ReplyDeletetheir love had never made a song she could hum
ReplyDeleteit had no key / no resonance
just the low static / of responsibility
the chord-less drone / of almost
(My favorite stanza. So glad she moved on..)
Wow, such a brilliant response to the prompt. You certainly nailed this one. Awesome poem.
ReplyDeleteA beautiful poem of transition, Helen. It is amazing how you know when connection becomes real and inescapable! Well done.
ReplyDeleteI resonate with this poem so much. A significant leaving, when a woman votes for herself finally. I especially love the stanza Judy quotes.
ReplyDeleteThis is absolutely delightful to read, you pulled me in from the start with all those regrets... or maybe not.
ReplyDeleteThis is so beautifully written, Helen. This might be my new favorite of yours. I hope you submitted it for the anthology.
ReplyDelete"their love had never made a song she could hum"
ReplyDeleteHow very sad
Fine writing, bravo.
Thanks for dropping by my blog
Much♡love
I can feel it. Nice job.
ReplyDeleteI can feel this one Helen.
ReplyDeleteA poem so eloquently and beautifully expressed that some of us can resonate with. Brilliant !
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