No one’s here to talk aloud
Talk, talk, talk aloud
My lips are sealed
My word weary soul
Rests, rEsts, reSts
Songbirds wrest peace
From a whirlwind
And drop it into my heart
My eyes wearing the sky as kohl
Sees a world emancipated
From the fetters of word
I hear my magnolias speak
In brave, bold, fiery colors
Of those drops of blood
That were, are and will be
Shed, shed, shed everywhere
Wise, old leaves lying on the ground whisper
Assure me of Time, Peace, Birth and Fall
Colors, colors, colors reign here
My world speaks in hues
And connects all
This is for d’Verse Poetics where
we are writing poems on Claudia Schoenfeld’s art
I chose Claudia's my magnolias but I could not get it published for some unknown error. The sketch is wonderful and I wish someone would write on it. However I am posting mine.
nice... i love how you make them come alive and how you personify them... i love magnolias - maybe partly cause they burst with life for such a short time before they wither and make a terrible mess...ha... love how the hues connect the world...
ReplyDeleteLovely poem, Sumana. I do like the magnolia sketch as well, and I do picture a magnolia speaking boldly about the drops of blood that are shed everywhere! I do wonder sometimes what those wise leaves think right before they turn into dust!
ReplyDeleteMagnolia is a little bit like a firework.. it bursts and explodes (usually the only thing with color... ) and I think you have captured that life most excellently...
ReplyDeletea world emancipated from the word...what a cool turn of phrase...like the use of kohl as well...the world speaking in hues is a cool personification as well...
ReplyDeleteMagnolias are magnificent trees and I love the 'fiery colors' of that one. They are usually among the first to blossom and remind us of the life cycle. A beautiful poem!
ReplyDeletehues connect the world... yes they do. People from every angle of this world come in beautiful shades/hues; connection lies in the beating of our hearts. A lovely write :)
ReplyDeleteLove this progression, especially:
ReplyDelete"Rests, rEsts, reSts"
Such a brilliant and lovely write - loved it.
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I love that colors reigning here and this line:
ReplyDeleteMy eyes wearing the sky as kohl ~
Lovely words that create a soothing, serene respite. I especially thought: Rests, rEsts, reSts was very creative and effective. Very nice, Sumana.
ReplyDeleteLovely poem, Sumana.
ReplyDeleteLove the speaking of the tree, internal but wide ranging, rooted but missing nothing as the birds come and the flowers speak of blood and hues connect the4 world. Neat to understand that even a tree must work to have rest, justice, peace. Thank you, Sumana.
ReplyDeleteWonderful title! And the poem lives up to it.
ReplyDeleteThe title is wonderful and the poem is as lovely as Claudia's sketch.
ReplyDeleteMagnolias are very grand trees and come in different colors (I adore the white ones) and sizes. The leaves are unlike any other tree. Yes, wise trees to absorb. :)
ReplyDeleteI too chose that picture - don't you wish you could speak the language of the trees and learn what they have seen ?
ReplyDeleteI love how you focused on the colours Sumana, beautifully done.
ReplyDeleteThat brief pause of perfection before the flowers lose their petals - beautifully rendered here. I especially like what you've done with these two lines:
ReplyDeleteRests, rEsts, reSts
Songbirds wrest peace
A sense of resignation about this poem.
ReplyDeleteSad that the image does not reign over your wise & lovely words, but I really enjoyed the take & tribute to our dear Claudia.
ReplyDeleteI love this Sumana. I didn't look up the sketch yet, and I like your poem as is, even without the sketch to complement it. I love the images here, your imagination was truly stirred. So nice.
ReplyDeleteWell I like your descriptions of the magnollias, I really like them. They are so large and pure. Someone had one posted and the flower was as big as his head. Nice read.
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I enjoyed this poem and also liked the magnolia sketch. I too had trouble getting the sketches to post on my blog.
ReplyDeleteI really like this. My favourite part is "I hear my magnolias speak
ReplyDeleteIn brave, bold, fiery colors"
made me think of no blood shed, no freedom gained...those who died during battle at such young ages...nice write Sumana
ReplyDeleteI like the repetition in this...it added a little something extra. I have a small thing for magnolia trees...always think of their shedding petals as falling tears...though I can picture them as drops of blood.
ReplyDeleteloved the way you have captured the essence of the tree and the picture..it's indeed a lovely sketch..
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