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at the window i untied the yesterdays
and searched outside for
words
hanging heavy with rain drops
on trees and
plants; puddles full,
reflected grey sky
and streaks of sun;
they are heavy,
they are heavy,
drenched
words with streaks of sun
i am dry, dried out
paints of the canvas---
yesterday’s canvas of an abstract;
i am all hesitation
to touch wet words,
to get wet; the
window bridges,
it bridges the wet
and the dry,
i am all 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
and at the window i untie my masks
for a while to decide on hesitations….
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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. :-)
ReplyDeleteWow 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...
ReplyDeleteThis is so beautifully done Sreeja, I love the mirror of your canvas as a window :o) xxx
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem, Sreeja! Classic, to say the least...
ReplyDeletePersonally, 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. :)
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.
ReplyDeleteAren't we all hesitating and doubtful; hence the masks? I love this part:
ReplyDeleteit’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,
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.
ReplyDelete...and oh yes....we all have masks and moments of hesitation.
"I untied my yesterdays". What a lead-in! Great write.
ReplyDeleteThis is amazing! I love how you turned that photo of the rain-covered window into a deeply personal reflection. Thank you for posting.
ReplyDeleteI 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.
ReplyDeleteMasking 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.
ReplyDeleteI love your opening line! So much to savor and enjoy in this poem. The picture is perfect for this poem.
ReplyDeleteWow! 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.
ReplyDeleteThis is very beautiful. You wove two prompts very magically. Beautiful imagery! I love this one.
ReplyDeleteThis is so elegant. I love the flow of the metaphors,
ReplyDeleteit’s the hesitation to touch wet words,... love the line..beautiful poem.
ReplyDeleteSo much love from all the comments....thank you all!
ReplyDeletei mask my scorching thoughts with smiles
ReplyDeletei 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.