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Portrait in Purple
Portrait in Purple
Imagine my cupped palms
a paint-box palette dripping
pigment good enough
to eat and drink:
an Austrian Shiraz
with burgundy braised mushrooms
and plump eggplant on platters
painted in sapphire overlay.
Suppose my window dressings
to be nothing less
than glass-blown novas and sequins
spinning tinsel in fixed
metallic glaze.
There are no flaxen fields,
nor Van Gogh yellows,
but rather quick brushwork
to layers of complexity
scrambling up and over arches,
down faults of stretched canvas,
as intimate as my
purple-stained fingers.
From hyacinth to plum,
let the colors fall where they will,
then consider the up-sweep of lashes
and the way he holds me
in his dark, dark eyes.
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Comment by: sarra - 2007-11-06 04:10
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I'll tell you one thing. Purple is one of my favorite colors, and I was familiar with enough of the variants to actually see that poem come to vivid life.
This is true poetry when one can visualize it so clearly. Beautifully done. I find absolutely nothing to critique, save it ended too soon!!! (teasing. It's perfect!) |
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Valerie, you have a knack for these kinds of poetry, you bring lightness, joy, and passion in everything you write. I will never look at purple the same way again. This is absolutely stunning! Your a gem. Last stanza,very passionate....
After the petals have fallen
table cleared
consider the down-sweep of lashes
and the way he holds me
in his dark, dark eyes
Almost Tyrian in the light
of a simple day
These lines are absolutely gorgeous.... |
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Comment by: Ethgar - 2007-10-03 08:53
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Mi preciosa poeta... you made me smile with joy and pride at the incredible talent that you displayed with that poem... You changed it a bit since I first saw it... I think you may have used most of the challenge words I sent... and the narration is a dream... so subtle in its stream that I was floating on your words... and the ending... eres milagrosa... a cascade that sunk me in the waters of your precious whim.
"After the petals have fallen
table cleared
consider the down-sweep of lashes
and the way he holds me
in his dark, dark eyes
Almost Tyrian in the light
of a simple day"
-just to read it again because it’s just so perfect... you made these 'dark, dark eyes' dance with admiration. How I adore you... you're truly my favorite poet. |
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My favorite color! Wonderful-- but I am here to read whatever you have wrought, whatever color.
Lovely visualizations here, transporting me to a twilight realm of dreamlike images, dreaming in color. In these hues you invoke the emotive underlay of sultry romance. A most compelling work. The implication of shadows and shifting light is perfect. This is a gem.
"baubles and sequins
consumed by chroma so pure
they glimmer in the darkest
corners of night" |
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Comment by: fredav - 2007-09-11 08:19
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| Beautiful piece, Valerie. Made me sigh. I so loved the penultimate stanza. Man. One day I'll write again of love. Until that time comes, I will content myself with reading your's and teri's words. Thank you for this piece. |
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