Wednesday, 26 April 2017

primal sparks

it was spitting on
the mostly empty,
yearning, street
that brooded
in bruised shadows

and though, leaves and litter
danced about my feet,
I shifted from my easy amble to
a quickened pace … back
into the sanctuary

of great swishing crowds –
to douse the primal sparks
of an obscure foreboding
with mindless noise
and warm insipid tea

note: an old poem that I thought could stand some tidying – part of my poetic spring cleaning – and ended up editing it into (practically) a new poem (including a new title).  Eeech ... I’d better be careful. I don’t want to make a habit of ‘the endless rejig’.  That is a rabbit hole, I don't think I could ever climb out of. ~  lol ~
  
photo:  W. Pender in Vancouver - W. Bourke
© 2017 Wendy Bourke

21 comments:

  1. Well done. Reality meet Sanctuary...

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  2. I suspect that which is insipid doesn't quite quash foreboding! But at least if it's warm it distracts us for a bit. Cool little capture, here.

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  3. Well I haven't seen the original, but this seems well re-jigged. Succinct, vivid, not predictable, carries the reader along....

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  4. street
    that brooded
    in bruised shadows... great image!

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  5. of an obscure foreboding
    with mindless noise
    and warm insipid tea

    A better choice to just have it easy having afternoon tea without any worry perhaps! Yes, quite rightly so, Wendy!

    Hank

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  6. I love the contrast of the darkness and tepid... I have a feeling that there is something we miss from being steered by fear or disgust. Actually a contrast of anything that are not direct opposites gives such a stronger message...

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  7. Yes I think those past poems were stepping stones and need not be honed into today's poetic works. However I confess I have done this too! I quite like writing about the part of a city that few frequent and I really enjoyed your version.

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  8. Back into the sanctuary sounds safe, Wendy :)

    Keep up the tidying part & composing new stuff up!
    Have a great week!

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  9. Great title - home is the best place to avoid rabbit holes! Alice says so too

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  10. I am glad there is a sanctuary to still find a place of heart.

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  11. I really love the line break between the second and third stanzas. On my first read, I thought her sanctuary was the quiet of home... But I read again, and saw her embracing the noise and the warmth of other people, leaving behind the tepidness of being elsewhere alone.

    P.S. I will be doing a bit of poetic spring cleaning myself. I think some of my poems--especially the ones from my beginnings--could really use a bit of cleansing. So, thank you for the idea. :-)

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  12. I love the tenderness with which this poem is written ❤️

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  13. This piece is very good. I hate "homework" but sometimes it is refreshing. :)
    ZQ

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  14. Wow. West Pender. I didnt recognize it. Yes, flee a few blocks over! I enjoyed this, Wendy.

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  15. Too often we fill solitude with "mindless noise
    and warm insipid tea", and lose the opportunity to listen to our wise inner voice.

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  16. Nice!!! Happy Sunday

    Much love...

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  17. Wendy, I seem to have lost your email address yet again. Would you please e me at wildwomantwo@gmail.com ? Thank you muchly.......

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  18. So many cool phrases: leaves and litter, bruised shadows, warm insipid tea, etc.
    And I love how the photo works with the poem.

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  19. An enjoyable read, Wendy. And yes re jigging can sometimes become a little obsessive.

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  20. I like the contrast of emptiness to the santuary of crowds ~ Love your share Wendy ~

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