Tokens of beneficence in the colour of the squeezed sky we greet / Tomorrow, through shading hands, welcoming clouds, borne on the wind, / Breathed across the world; rain-clouds - - - on the wind, - - - the wind /Clouds, breathed upon the wind.
This poem is beautiful, John; apart from using the given words so well, you've woven a true meaning into the post. The lines above are a perfect finish.. the repeated 'on the wind .. on the wind.. ' - almost like 'spreading the word' via the air.
As ever, thank you for letting me share your fine, fine work.
Oranges have always seemed a beneficent food to me. As though oranges were added as dessert in the garden of Eden. ...as i mean the squeezed sky and oranges seemed to move together to create a bigger metaphor. Beautitful.
Beautiful setting, in color and space... and the wind a central character, moving amidst twilight sky. A piece that speaks profoundly of the world giving and feeding mankind... Appreciated the flow and depth so much.
This is simply stunning! All I could think of was mandarins tumbling from the sky. Your words evoke an adoration for nature that borders on worship. Lovely! Simply lovely!
Tokens of beneficence in the colour of the squeezed sky we greet / Tomorrow, through shading hands, welcoming clouds, borne on the wind, / Breathed across the world; rain-clouds - - - on the wind, - - - the wind /Clouds, breathed upon the wind.
This poem is beautiful, John; apart from using the given words so well, you've woven a true meaning into the post. The lines above are a perfect finish.. the repeated 'on the wind .. on the wind.. ' - almost like 'spreading the word' via the air.
As ever, thank you for letting me share your fine, fine work.
Truly wonderful poem with the 10 words seamlessly woven in this
beautifully descriptive write. Well done! ~ Thank you for submitting
this to Tovli's contest! ~ Helena
Those last three lines, well, just took the wind out of my sails! I could actually feel, in the repeated-if-slightly-altered phrasing, the puffs, the gusts, the sighs of a seaside zephyr, could actually hear the clouds soughing, impatient to replace their fellows in queue. And "benison": I think I only ever saw it it print in a Shakespeare sonnet, or maybe a play...It's a blessing, yes? Very moving work, John!
I live in England, and love the English countryside, the music of Elgar and Holst which describes it so beautifully and the poetry of John Clare, the 'peasant poet' and Gerard Manley Hopkins, which d.. more..