"Life is the dancer and you are the dance."
— Eckhart Tolle

Sunday, May 22, 2011

¨Grapes and Scarves¨ Poets United Poetry Pantry # 50

¨May the road rise to meet you,
May the wind¨
blow across fleshy grapes with smooth, firm skin
Purplish hues hanging on strong neat vines
“I often wonder about green valleys”
where you walk upon bursting seeds therein
France has always fit well in my backpack;
as Prince moves rain to sweep across lush fields,
your nightmares no longer are repeated
We dance through hula hoops spinning round us
Get off the floor, pick up the silken scarves;
place them in the holy washing machine
to watch whirling winding cycles slipping
perfection and unison like red wine
being passed from decanter to the vine



* This prompt came from  Donna Vorreyer 
http://djvorreyer.wordpress.com/2011/05/21/poetry-tow-truck-21-line-by-line/

Posted by flaubert at 4:18 PM

22 comments:

  1. MaryMay 22, 2011 at 5:07 PM

    Amazing writing, Pamela. I passed on this one. Waaay too difficult. Kudos to you for having succeeded!

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  2. flaubertMay 22, 2011 at 5:30 PM

    I enjoyed this prompt, Mary. Challenging it was, but it felt good after not writing for a couple of days.

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  3. Sherry Blue SkyMay 22, 2011 at 6:13 PM

    Wow, this is a wonderful write, Pamela. Well done!

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  4. Brother OllieMay 22, 2011 at 6:24 PM

    Nice - love the wine simile!

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  5. flaubertMay 22, 2011 at 6:31 PM

    Thanks Sherry, I enjoyed this challenging prompt.

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  6. flaubertMay 22, 2011 at 6:32 PM

    Hi Ollie, long time, no see:)

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  7. ZouxzouxMay 22, 2011 at 7:42 PM

    Pamela, I really like the continuing thread of "purple" through out this poem. Really nice!

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  8. ReneeMay 22, 2011 at 8:13 PM

    Love this! Causes one to feel as though on a journey of magical cause and effect.

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  9. Liz Rice-SosneMay 22, 2011 at 11:31 PM

    How yummy this was ... I almost drank it.

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  10. AnonymousMay 23, 2011 at 1:32 AM

    May I just stand up to applaud for this work? The use of 'grapes and scarves' well carved into the little theme woven...:) I felt myself in France, walking through the vine yards...What feel!!

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  11. Dave KingMay 23, 2011 at 5:22 AM

    with you all the way - to the last line. Bit puzzled there, but maybe I will work it out.

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  12. flaubertMay 23, 2011 at 11:24 AM

    Thanks zouxzoux.

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  13. flaubertMay 23, 2011 at 11:24 AM

    Thanks for the visit, Renee.

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  14. flaubertMay 23, 2011 at 11:25 AM

    Liz :-)

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  15. flaubertMay 23, 2011 at 11:26 AM

    Thanks Fiducia :)

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  16. flaubertMay 23, 2011 at 11:26 AM

    Or not, Dave :)

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  17. vivinfranceMay 24, 2011 at 12:37 AM

    This is luscious.
    "as Prince moves rain to sweep across lush fields," Not here he doesn't: we haven't had an appreciable amount of rain for about 8 weeks in this normally wet part of France.

    "to watch whirling winding cycles slipping" - gorgeous.

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  18. Madeleine Begun KaneMay 24, 2011 at 2:14 AM

    Lovely poem!

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  19. flaubertMay 24, 2011 at 11:06 AM

    Thanks Viv. The same here in Puebla, not much rain yet, and it is very hot.

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  20. flaubertMay 24, 2011 at 11:07 AM

    Thanks Madeleine.

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  21. laurie kolpMay 24, 2011 at 11:30 AM

    Great one! This line really stands out:

    France has always fit well in my backpack

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  22. flaubertMay 24, 2011 at 1:03 PM

    Thanks Laurie :)

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