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| Young Woman Picking the Fruit of Knowledge, 1892 by Mary Cassatt |
the thousands of messages
hidden in the thunderous clouds
no window dressing
can hide from me
the soup of knowledge
I have to be in the front
when the clouds spit it all out
pulsing with their importance
when the clouds spit it all out
pulsing with their importance
I plan to turn on all my charm
and collect it all in a red dish
and collect it all in a red dish
"such fuzzy words evoke no feelings
or do they?"
33 comments:
Poetry is a beautiful way to express yourself, I agree.
This is wonderful =) I love the whole concept!
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Those clouds better spit it all out this season, I agree to give them all the importance they need!!
To me it looks like that the character has got guts..
Yes, there are thousands of messages, and yours was one of the good ones...
Cloud messages - dampening?! lol
Wonderful images wrapped up in your not-TOO-fuzzy poetry!
Such a great write! well done!
Lovely writing that I liked reading. Also like the painting you chose.
The charm! innate charm- I like that idea- thanks
Nature has a way of revealing her knowledge. Beautifully written and a fantastic use of this week's words.
I have to decipher
the thousands of messages
hidden in the thunderous clouds
yes and sometimes we are very wrong too. As for fuzzy words, oh yes they do carry knives
Soup of knowledge - may I have a bowlful?
The clouds growl a bit but I can't make out their words. I like the way your writing makes me think differently.
I plan to turn on all my charm
and collect it all in a red dish
What a great plan!
Best to be up front and not to miss anything!
That's the beauty and satisfaction of seeking out and reacting positively to what one discovers. It's true in life! Nicely Gautami!
Hank
Loved all your poems. Amazing feeling you have cast with your words. Remarkable.
Im a poet too. Do feel free to check and comment on my poems. Im a newcomer to blog, hoping to add more poems soon.
Here's my blog : The Chime of A Forgotten Melody (http://godoffinethings.blogspot.in)
The way you write gives me my memories. They are refreshed, memories of East Bengal (Bangladesh) in the monsoon.
Oh, this was lovely. I liked the title, the clouds spitting, the thunderous clouds, collecting... all of it. I liked all of it. Also, the image is amazing. I love Mary Cassat. So thanks, for the words and the picture and all of it.
If only clouds were like that.
i love your take on this....esp the red dish..x
I like the soup of knowledge and the messages hidden in clouds. Very nice!
Agree with Strummed Words completely!
I prefer the messages I receive from white fluffy cloud! What a delightful poem.
Wonderful words.
Anna :o]
I plan to turn on all my charm
and collect it all in a red dish
this is a wonderful way to sum up the rest of the poem....lovely..thankyou
How vivid...charm in a red dish! Who could ask for more?
Just love this...today I made note of the incredible clouds in the blue, blue skies here in Nevada...hoping a poem would percolate. You wrote it for me.
A very powerful evocation indeed
We so seldom look at the skies and there is really so much to see in the ever-changing skies, especially in the clouds.I really liked this! Beautiful!!
Beautiful write and the title is simply delightful!
I like this unique take on the prompts. Well done!
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