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| Young Woman Picking the Fruit of Knowledge, 1892 by Mary Cassatt |
the thousands of messages
hidden in the thunderous clouds
no window dressing
can hide from me
the soup of knowledge
I have to be in the front
when the clouds spit it all out
pulsing with their importance
when the clouds spit it all out
pulsing with their importance
I plan to turn on all my charm
and collect it all in a red dish
and collect it all in a red dish
"such fuzzy words evoke no feelings
or do they?"
Poetry is a beautiful way to express yourself, I agree.
ReplyDeleteThis is wonderful =) I love the whole concept!
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Those clouds better spit it all out this season, I agree to give them all the importance they need!!
ReplyDeleteTo me it looks like that the character has got guts..
ReplyDeleteYes, there are thousands of messages, and yours was one of the good ones...
ReplyDeleteCloud messages - dampening?! lol
ReplyDeleteWonderful images wrapped up in your not-TOO-fuzzy poetry!
ReplyDeleteSuch a great write! well done!
ReplyDeleteLovely writing that I liked reading. Also like the painting you chose.
ReplyDeleteThe charm! innate charm- I like that idea- thanks
ReplyDeleteNature has a way of revealing her knowledge. Beautifully written and a fantastic use of this week's words.
ReplyDeleteI have to decipher
ReplyDeletethe thousands of messages
hidden in the thunderous clouds
yes and sometimes we are very wrong too. As for fuzzy words, oh yes they do carry knives
Soup of knowledge - may I have a bowlful?
ReplyDeleteThe clouds growl a bit but I can't make out their words. I like the way your writing makes me think differently.
ReplyDeleteI plan to turn on all my charm
ReplyDeleteand collect it all in a red dish
What a great plan!
Best to be up front and not to miss anything!
ReplyDeleteThat's the beauty and satisfaction of seeking out and reacting positively to what one discovers. It's true in life! Nicely Gautami!
ReplyDeleteHank
Loved all your poems. Amazing feeling you have cast with your words. Remarkable.
ReplyDeleteIm a poet too. Do feel free to check and comment on my poems. Im a newcomer to blog, hoping to add more poems soon.
Here's my blog : The Chime of A Forgotten Melody (http://godoffinethings.blogspot.in)
The way you write gives me my memories. They are refreshed, memories of East Bengal (Bangladesh) in the monsoon.
ReplyDeleteOh, this was lovely. I liked the title, the clouds spitting, the thunderous clouds, collecting... all of it. I liked all of it. Also, the image is amazing. I love Mary Cassat. So thanks, for the words and the picture and all of it.
ReplyDeleteIf only clouds were like that.
ReplyDeletei love your take on this....esp the red dish..x
ReplyDeleteI like the soup of knowledge and the messages hidden in clouds. Very nice!
ReplyDeleteAgree with Strummed Words completely!
ReplyDeleteI prefer the messages I receive from white fluffy cloud! What a delightful poem.
ReplyDeleteWonderful words.
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I plan to turn on all my charm
ReplyDeleteand collect it all in a red dish
this is a wonderful way to sum up the rest of the poem....lovely..thankyou
How vivid...charm in a red dish! Who could ask for more?
ReplyDeleteJust love this...today I made note of the incredible clouds in the blue, blue skies here in Nevada...hoping a poem would percolate. You wrote it for me.
ReplyDeleteA very powerful evocation indeed
ReplyDeleteWe so seldom look at the skies and there is really so much to see in the ever-changing skies, especially in the clouds.I really liked this! Beautiful!!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful write and the title is simply delightful!
ReplyDeleteI like this unique take on the prompts. Well done!
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