Sunday, February 15, 2015

Under Purple Skies Who Will Cry











as the white snow quietly falls
a black owl soars a purple sky
be watchful as he mutely calls
as the white snow quietly falls
avalanche rolls from mountain walls
blanketing earth, heavy hearts sigh
as the white snow quietly falls
a black owl soars a purple sky

sharing with Poets United

Author's Note: A dream that
made me cry...

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62 comments:

  1. A wonderful capture of a quiet time of day.

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    1. capturing a moment in a purple sky..

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  2. stay put and concentrate on one's strength, that's wonderful.

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    1. seeking wisdom one never knows what one will find..

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  3. One must hold fast as the snow will soon be a thing of the past

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    1. Holding on waiting for it all to melt away and bring green grass.

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  4. Beautiful poem although I'm sorry the dream made you cry.

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    1. Thanks Alex, it did make me cry...

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  5. hey i saw the owl this week as well...sadly he died, but gave me pause to contemplate him....and just last night we got caught in a surprise snow storm...it was gorgeous....and i just stood in it for a bit and let the flakes kiss me...

    we should heed the call of the owl...

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    1. interesting two owls hovering about we should indeed heed the call. Smiling at the thought of you in the snow..I have a lot here I'd be happy to ship you a bouquet.

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  6. How sad and poignant ~ The rhyming verses are lovely to read ~

    Grace

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    1. Grace,

      Hope you are enjoying your Sunday!

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  7. I love pieces that capture the feel of a moment--beautifully done here!

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    1. Thanks, sometimes it is hard to capture the moment, yet one feels the need to express a thought.

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  8. A dream, albeit, fleeting, and one that was painful for you, evoked such emotion, and was captured forever in these words. Such stories in our sleep!

    Poppy

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    1. I needed to express in some form the dream so I can set it free.

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  9. the repeated phrase adds continuity and gives power to the voice. Well crafted.

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    1. The owl has made his presence known, so I tried to capture the tone.

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  10. Oh you know me and triolets.. wonderful dreamy atmosphere.. and that owl in could mean so much.

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    1. Ah Bjorn, I knew you would catch the form as it is one you use so masterfully. It seemed to work well for what I wanted to convey.

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  11. Oh you capture that lavender lilac pewter heaven!


    ALOHA from Honolulu
    ComfortSpiral
    <3

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    1. Aloha! that is a lovely descriptive sky you have painted.

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  12. black and white. you cover the spectrum.

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    1. I guess I did black and white create a contrast in the dream scape.

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  13. You've really given us a vivid word picture here, Truedessa. I can very much visualize that soaring black owl from your words.

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    1. The owl did soar and I wonder of the implications.

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  14. I love the repetition...very effective and very true...the snow keeps falling.

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    1. The snow does keep falling and I wonder when it might stop?

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  15. I like the rhyming and refrain, such lovely imagery ~ sorry it made you cry but maybe the dream touched you in some way.

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    1. The dream did touch me in a profound way.

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  16. I enjoyed your triolet and the dreamy atmosphere it conveys. Love the image of the owl in the purple sky.

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    1. Thanks Gabriella. I would like to see a purple sky today.

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  17. The dream is felt throughout your poem… beautiful, so vividly visual.

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  18. Beautifully written. I can almost feel the weight of the snow on the white world. Love the way the poem comes full circle with repeated lines, to underscore the dream-like feeling.

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    1. Hi Sherry,

      We need to catch up soon..

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  19. You capture both mystery and tranquility. Perhaps it is I who will cry.

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    1. Perhaps, we will cry together..smiling..

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  20. This reads like an omen, Truedesa. So intriguing. I hope your well.

    - ksm

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    1. Hi Kelvin,

      I am doing ok, thanks for asking my friend.

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  21. The beauty of this imagery almost makes me cherish this weather. Almost. But you know what makes ME cry? Shoveling all this snow. :(

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    1. haha - I hear you loud and clear about the snow. Driving has been crazy lately.

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  22. "be watchful as he mutely calls"...natural for him wise as he is...nice capture Truedessa...

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  23. The majestic owl. Lovely poetry, dear.

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  24. There is both melancholy and hope...i am not surprised you cried...it's beautiful

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  25. It's amazing that this came to your dreams. There's something mystical about owls. And as it flies in a purple sky over blankets of snow, makes the scene feel ominous, magical somehow. Love this.

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    1. Yes, it was part of a longer dream but, I did see all this in the dream.

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  26. Love the picture of avalanche snow rolling down from hill! Weeeee..... ~ nice one.

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    1. So much snow these days..a winter wonderland..

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