Somewhere 'tween

Silks and satin mingle with burlap

   those rough patches between spirit

      and the eyes of twilight 

  dark cherry wine lingering end of days

    wandering around in grey flannel

  comforts of a different rhyme

    spaces that disenchant the musings 

  integral sadness that makes a whole

    pit at the center of apricot's sweet nectar

  crush that fills the air with metaphorical blush smoke

    & yet, somehow i convince myself these tropical beaches 

  would be nothing without the sting of scorching rays

           whilst shadings of toxic perfume waft skyward

Author's Note

painting by Lauren Woods

Reviews

[emmajoy]

' - and the eyes of twilight ~~ dark cherry wine lingering end of days ~~ wandering around in grey flannel ~~ comforts of a different rhyme ..'

Why do i see and feel an exotic place i visited a few years back .. where rushed and noisy time was shadowed by a slower ancient past!? You write of comparisons, of change, of how one experiences contrast; an essential written in a mixed palette of colours with metaphorical swings and roundabouts. Might be wrong, but how i interpret your beautiful words.

[Frieda P]

So ecstatic you got the feel for this one Em, wasn't sure if that would come across exactly, yes it's all about contrast, dark and lights that we encounter in our daily lives. Much appreciate you my friend.

[emmajoy]

My pleasure, Frieda! Have to admit I immediately thought of that way out place, Dubai. It's so bright it drowns the senses; but, peeping around corners, walking down alleys, there's a gentler,calmer heart that pales but means so much more. Guess that's why i picked up the contrast in albeit a different way.

[Frieda P]

Ah, never been myself, my cousin Paola lived there for a whilst her hubby had a job in Dubai...I can see how you got here from there....

[emmajoy]

:)

[s y e]

Wow, there was a lot of lines in this that I loved. I love how when you write there is always so many different alternatives. You write of comparisons in change. Loved it as always, another score from you.

[kublakhan27]

So many cool images and metaphors here...love the silk and satin mingling with burlap, love the blush smoke, REALLY love the center of apricot's sweet nectar...you've done it again Mrs.R ;P

[Ohhhwillow]

Your jumpy, disjointed, acutely descriptive beginning is so satisfying in junction with the smooth flow of your closing three lines! This atmospheric juxtaposition for me, was triumphant. The flow or poetry is often overlooked, and goes without recognition while the excellence of the words themselves are inspected. Your vocabulary is brilliant, that goes without saying, however it is the rhythm and patter of this piece, for me, that makes it ultimately fantastic - complimenting so graciously your imagery, that has become quite exiting! Awesome work!!

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Sort of read that we are malcontent unless we have love in our lives despite the richness available out of the sun. As always described in blissful metaphors

[Rita L. Sev]

Silks and satin mingle with burlap...a yin and yang image, appreciating the gentle and the rough, those scorching rays and their necessity... beautiful!

[redflutterby]

Sting of tropical rays?? You mean the kind that swim in the water or the kind that burn my pale skin?? Lol... life is about taking the good with the bad. Sometimes you get stung....sometimes sweetly kissed. Of course we would prefer the enjoyment of pain. Love this one. ;-)xo

[redflutterby]

*over not of.... lol. Damn phone!!!

[Frieda P]

Sure blame the phone! ;-P

[redflutterby]

Ha...it was my phone!!!! And this tiny little screen. Ughhh.. ;-pp

[MOON]

You can't have the light without the dark , lovely delicate write!

[Frieda P]

Glad you enjoyed it MOON.

[TL Boehm]

& yet, somehow i convince myself these tropical beaches
would be nothing without the sting of scorching rays -
when I first read this I thought of not the sun's rays but of stingrays....and it reminded me of the thought of 'hidden pain' - life has its moments...
a beautiful, deep poem.

[Frieda P]

Funny you say that TL, that was my first thought, as last time we were at the beach, my son came upon a stingray, but I couldn't get it fit it the way I'd hoped...thanks so much for your insight.

[TL Boehm]

that's awesome. I think if I or my spawn came upon a stingray my response would be so much less than poetic. (it may have been profane....!")

[Frieda P]

Hahah it was, not to mention he said it loud enough that the entire beach heard!

[Rogue]

We would never know "dark" if there was no light. It would just be.
Some may say it is all about the light. No. It is about finding a balance between the two. For we are not built to sustain perfection.

Quite a deep and thoughtful write here, Frieda. :)

[Frieda P]

Sometimes i have deep thoughts too. ;-) Thanks Rogue...

[Kaylor Mason]

"Toxic perfume" . . . . interesting way to put it :)

[Frieda P]

Where the heck have you been hiding? Thanks Kailor.

[Kaylor Mason]

I wrote a note on my profile, to all my WC friends . . . you're invited to read it :)