Sunday, 21 February 2016

indelible



it was a nasty day to be outside . . .
the kind of day, you wish away:
 
a gray gossamer curtain
of misty billows and fog
rose on rain that drizzled
and spat in bursts and blasts

of wet, dank, clammy cold 
that oozed through bodies, to bones 
like just-thawed mud . . . and I thought:

if this day was set to music . . .
it would be a lament
 
if it was a painting,
people would be, barely there . . . in smudges 
ageless, sexless, distant smudges

which made me ache to snuggle 
cozily into a splendid poem, with you 
where we would be . . . 

an indelible line of lovely poetry  . . . oft-repeated
  

note:  posted for Poets United.

photos:  Bridges across the Fraser River in New Westminster, BC (Skytrain and Pattullo – Mount Baker, in the mist) – W. Bourke
 
painting:  Gare St. Lazare, 1877 (public domain) – Claude Monet
  
© 2016 Wendy Bourke                  

20 comments:

  1. Oh there are those days when our bones ice... those are the days to thaw with poesy... I really like the way you brought in all pieces of art to describe the art and the cures for chills.

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  2. It really is interesting to think about any given day and decide what kind of 'music' it would be. I would say our day here today would be kind of a 'lament' as well...the kind of grayness that is a bit overpowering. And I would think as a painting...hmm...not the most expressive of skies, kind of dull and colorless. Ah, snuggling into a poem would be a good escape. Smiles.

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  3. "and I thought:

    if this day was set to music . . .
    it would be a lament"

    my favourite lines; Warm Wishes Wendy

    much love...

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  4. A beautiful photo....and gorgeous writing!

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  5. How beautiful and evocative this was just the right touch of togetherness too.

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  6. Those are my least favorite days...I can never get warm as the wet and cold seep deep into my bones and mood.

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  7. Oh my. This is flawless. You are a fantastic poet.

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  8. If this day was set to music, it'd be a lament. I can say the same thing about the weather here in my neck of the woods. Lament because I would be snugged in bed listening to ballads. the sad kinds.

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  9. I've been having a few dark days - so I wonder what would be my music of choice? Pondering...

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  10. Oh I love this. The ending is exquisitely romantic and beautiful.

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  11. Still, you wrote this beautiful poem despite so many troubles!

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  12. another beauty from you Wendy...in my part of the world we're having sunny days without the need for fan and cool nights...very dream like...could be set to No 6.Allegretto perhaps :)

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  13. Poetry can both describe the grey and alleviate it - such a beautiful concept..and beautiful poem

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  14. Lousy weather but beautiful and inspired words ~ Can't wait for spring Wendy ~ Have a wonderful week ~

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  15. Ah,feeling of comfort in your poem despite the grey weather, enjoyed very much!

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  16. Wendy,

    A most familiar place of comfort, especially when inclement weather days spoil other arrangements. Poetry is a winner!!
    Eileen

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  17. I like how you start out with a nasty day and end up with lovely poetry.

    One of my favorite parts: barely there . . . in smudges –
    ageless, sexless, distant smudges

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  18. I have had many such days myself. A lovely rendering.

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