Thursday, 20 July 2017

transitions


























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at the window i untied yesterdays
and searched for words outside
 hanging heavy with rain drops
on trees and plants; puddles full,
reflected grey sky and streaks of sun;
heavy, drenched words with streaks of sun

i am dry, dried out paints of the canvass,
yesterday’s canvass of an abstract;
it’s the hesitation to touch wet words,
to get wet; the window bridges,
it bridges the wet and the dry,
it’s the hesitation to cross over to the rain,
for I have my own masks

i mask my scorching thoughts with smiles
i save my rain on brushes and paints
it dries up so quick;
it’s the hesitation to cross over to the rain,
for I have my own masks

at the window i untie my masks
for a while to decide on hesitations….





18 comments:

  1. I love your opening line! It's hard to see out some windows..better to wait until it becomes more clear so you can decide then what to do. :-)

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  2. Wow Sreeja! Bridging two prompts with such beautiful words. Among many of my favorites here I choose "at the window i untie my masks"...So beautifully done...

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  3. This is so beautifully done Sreeja, I love the mirror of your canvas as a window :o) xxx

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  4. Beautiful poem, Sreeja! Classic, to say the least...
    Personally, I see the masks as nothing more than mental holdings that are formed by our own perceptions and experiences. Your mind carries a beautiful paint-brush. :)

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  5. Wow. I love Yesterdays as curtains that help mask us at windows and in our arts. Love the wet and dry. And the whole approach idea of needing help with transition. It is always an extra treat to see you here, Sreeja.

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  6. Aren't we all hesitating and doubtful; hence the masks? I love this part:

    it’s the hesitation to touch wet words,
    to get wet; the window bridges,
    it bridges the wet and the dry,
    it’s the hesitation to cross over to the rain,

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  7. Love everything about this....and most especially the "circle back" from the first line to the last two lines. Beautifully writ! Thank you so much for posting to the prompt.
    ...and oh yes....we all have masks and moments of hesitation.

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  8. "I untied my yesterdays". What a lead-in! Great write.

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  9. This is amazing! I love how you turned that photo of the rain-covered window into a deeply personal reflection. Thank you for posting.

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  10. I liked the phrase "drenched words with streaks of sun". I usually think of words being dry and the sun hiding streaks. This flips things around for me.

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  11. Masking scorching thoughts with smiles......I can picture this. It is something many of us humans do....either accidentally or purposefully. I enjoyed your write, and the picture you chose compliments your poem very well.

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  12. I love your opening line! So much to savor and enjoy in this poem. The picture is perfect for this poem.

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  13. Wow! I just held my breath reading this beautiful metaphoric write. I love all the deeper layers, the wet-on-wet, the gorgeous imagery. One of your best, ever, Sreeja.

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  14. This is very beautiful. You wove two prompts very magically. Beautiful imagery! I love this one.

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  15. This is so elegant. I love the flow of the metaphors,

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  16. it’s the hesitation to touch wet words,... love the line..beautiful poem.

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  17. So much love from all the comments....thank you all!

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  18. i mask my scorching thoughts with smiles
    i save my rain on brushes and paints
    it dries up so quick;
    it’s the hesitation to cross over to the rain,
    for I have my own masks

    This is gorgeous!! Beautifully penned.

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