I’d like to share a piece of my poetry with you. Feedback, constructive criticism, and responses/interpretations of this work are all welcome and encouraged.
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Singing of the Spheres
Your golden roar awakens me
amid rattling windows
and rustling blinds;
the cold sill
on my hard elbow,
speaks of silver-backed midnight-birds
who soar ever-eastward to capture the dawn.
In the dark of the theatre,
I reach to you,
watch the aisle-lights twinkle
amid chiaroscuro projections;
these are not wishes or dreamers on a screen,
but mere dew drops
cast upon the blanket of night.
Beneath a cold chandelier she watches us.
Every vice is a flavor tickling her stony tongue,
with each devotion and incantation,
she tosses her head of fiery tresses
from side to side – a beaded curtain hung about
the door of heaven -
sprinkling sunlight across verdant unknowns.
© 2007 Jade Leone Blackwater
… and tell:
I wrote Singing of the Spheres in the summer of 2005. The first draft was written just before dawn, which undoubtedly influenced the star and light/shadow imagery that I enjoyed while writing this piece.
Please feel welcome to ask questions or share comments – feedback helps me grow.
Thank you for reading!
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June 9, 2007 at 5:21 am
I want to hold a brush and illustrate it! Very inspiring…
June 9, 2007 at 6:31 am
Angela, thank you, and feel free to do so, I really admire your work.
June 9, 2007 at 10:48 am
I think it an excellent piece – except for the title.
June 9, 2007 at 11:01 am
Do tell – what rubs you wrong about the title? (and thanks for your impressions Bernita!)
June 9, 2007 at 9:07 pm
Sometimes when I look at a painting or a picture on a desk or at an illustration in a magazine I can hear music- sometimes it’s bits of rock songs or orchestra pieces and at times just silly jingles. It’s not a background thing- it’s pretty loud.
Don’t know what causes it but it’s usually some sort of visual cue that sets it off.
And sometimes when I read something the same thing happens but not as often.
Your poem did that, so I’m saying that the old brain enjoyed it.
amm
June 11, 2007 at 9:30 am
Anita Marie, many thanks – I’m pleased to hear that it grooves for you!
June 11, 2007 at 10:01 am
The “Music of the Spheres” is such a cliche, and I personally don’t feel that “Singing” removes from it.
The poem itself is original and lovely.
June 11, 2007 at 10:51 am
Many thanks again for your feedback Bernita – I really appreciate it!
June 12, 2007 at 5:40 pm
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