The church’s pale pink spire points to the promenade-
an outstretched hand as a tether,
anchoring her flight to the earth’s quiet gravity,
binding the sky to the soil.
Half-forgotten prayers billow crushed amethyst,
flowing against the wind’s invisible current.
His smile outshines the sun’s shy rays.
Slumbering mosaic fields and houses stacked
like dominoes, waiting for the earth to topple toward
a dark anchor in a world of gentle hues.
A blue-leaved tree-dream sentinel,
drinking the sky,
red cloth weeping its flowers into the grass,
a ghost of faith,
rising from the green hills like a…
…like a spilt bouquet of memories, full of quiet joy.
Shared with dVerse – Chagall picture prompt
Today’s Daily Stoic poem:
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Yes, this painting is all about joy! I love the words and phrases you use.
“Half-forgotten prayers billow crushed amethyst,
flowing against the wind’s invisible current.
His smile outshines the sun’s shy rays.”
Lovely!
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Thanks Kim 🙏 This one was a struggle and I’m still not sure if I like it; a little like the painting actually! Though it is interesting.
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Oh I wonder if that tether will save her or just keep her down… still the love is there.
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This is mysterious and delightful. It reminds me of Mary Poppins.
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Thanks Robbie 🙏
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That last line sums up the painting and your poem beautifully!
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Thanks Lynn 🙏
I wanted to try to capture the idea of not being quite sure about something (such as the emotions when viewing the painting, or the right words to write in this poem).
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I love the way you captured the joy and the colours in your poem, Shaun, ‘like a spilt bouquet of memories ‘. The ‘outstretched hand as a tether, anchoring her flight to the earth’s quiet gravity’ conveys so much.
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