For OLN I am contributing my poem written for Thursday's Poetics as I was too late to post by the deadline.
Gay had us writing about quarrels today, but not the obvious kind. They are poems
derived from the diamond shaped window quarrels of old. They are 'falling diamonds' that alternate different points of view. If you are interested, hop over to dversepoets.com and take a peek at what others are writing.
by klr
Dahlia's face
glows with passion
mimicking architecture
of the sun; her golden heart
centered, beaming, surrounded by
a layered choir of many petals,
the colors of untold shades
of orange, each with
a layered choir of many petals,
the colors of untold shades
of orange, each with
it's own
voice
Held up
by a sturdy stem
with large blue-green
leaves, she feels blessed to
herald fall's beginning in shadows
and sunshine, making her mark;
flaunting her claim for end
of summer fame, her
glorious face, first
choice
choice
Nearby
in the garden,
almost arriving late for the
year, the quiet hydrangea then
appears, not as a fierce contender but
rather a fine compliment, with friendship
in mind, as they make their debut
Svelte in her blue and white,
hydrangea smiles and
both flowers
together
both flowers
together
rejoice
Kathy, this is a beautifully shaped poem about the changing season ~ I so admire the flowers blooming in their own time & season ~ Each with their own color & vibrant faces ~ Lovely to see your paintings as well ~
ReplyDeletePlease feel free to link this up with OpenLinkNight today (Saturday) ~ See you ~
Thank you, Grace.
Deletesmiles... cool on the rejoicing together - one in her quiet pale blue beauty, the other in her red and fiery passion...who says that flowers have no personality... ha... love it kathy... lovely sketches as well
ReplyDeleteI believe they do...thank you, Claudia.
DeleteSo true that the hydrangea arrives late. Mine here are bright pink rather than blue, but I am sure no less beautiful. Your poem and your paintings work beautifully together, Kathy.
ReplyDeleteThere are some beautiful pinks and cream and green and more I think. Thank you, Mary.
DeleteSo true that quarrels are often JUST points of view..to see the differences and understand them..is the only way to peace..and love with never hate to spoil..the REST..:)
ReplyDeleteA wise statement; if only nations and religious factions would learn. Thank you.
DeleteThanks for including this in OLN, like a surprise package, like buying a storage locker without knowing what's in it, this poem, these illustrations emerge as treasure. The "Falling Diamonds" prompt stymied many of the dVerse gang, but you thrived within the confines, like a dandelion bursting through concrete; nice job.
ReplyDeleteI am delighted with your comments, Glenn; they are very flattering and I thank you for acknowledging my writing with such stunning superlatives. You will spoil me. Thank you.
DeleteAs a long time admirer of concrete poetry which made such an impression on me, when I was a much younger and less certain writer, I enjoyed this piece on so many levels - Thank you...
ReplyDeleteThank you, Scott.
DeleteI love the season of the dahlia ... like a late remainder of what the sun once was... and what a beautiful set of paintings you have included.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Bjorn.
DeleteSo happy I get to read your fine Quarrel. How imaginative and how beautifully rendered both in words and your fine artwork that accompanies. Dahlias must sing quickly here in Texas..their season is quite short..hydrangeas (the mate) has quite a long season blooming spring into summer and carrying a cool blue dignity. This is lovely. Thank you - you did the form proud!
ReplyDeleteIt came easily as long as I didn't tackle a particularly serious topic to debate ;_) Thank you, Gay.
DeleteLove the weaving of the flower's personalities, just beautiful!
ReplyDeletesmiles...i like your interaction between the flowers....the season will be changing soon enough and many of those flowers will go to sleep for a while...there is still that flash of beauty that comes right before though...
ReplyDeleteThanks for stopping by Brian; I know you have been extremely busy and hope job and grad school are falling into
Deletea manageable schedule now...writing and reading take time in addition to\ time you devote to other causes,, your students, and higher education. Take care of you.
so love the water colored flowers... lovely line to follow... beautiful work of art here
ReplyDeleteThank you again.
DeleteOh, what a lovely poem - the shape, the words, the colours... and the contrast between the fiery and the modest flowers. I'm so glad you posted this!
ReplyDelete...thank you Marina
DeleteBeautifully done Kathy, you have captured the essence of the flowers you describe so well.
ReplyDeleteI love the essence of this, beautiful.
ReplyDeleteSo wonderfully done and both picture and poems compliment each other
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you stopped by
DeleteHow nice, Kathy! Both flowers rejoicing together as two humans do.Must invoke good synergy and wonderful relationship between them. Great lines!
ReplyDeleteHank
Nice to see you Hank, thanks.
DeleteI love the feel of this. It is happy with changing beauty. Enjoyed it so much.
ReplyDeleteThank you Myrna
DeleteLove how you wrote of contrasts—the bright loud dahlia making first claim to fame, the hydrangea seeking harmony and friendship. Both words and artwork are beautiful!
ReplyDeleteThank you Ginny
Delete" surrounded by a layered choir of many petals," and "Svelte in her blue and white," and together they bless our gardens. Just lovely.
ReplyDeleteThank you Margaraet.
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