Saturday, May 31, 2014

Night Scene


Night Scene






Night came and gave day
the color of water;
mothwing grey, contrarian light
reversing the mirror,

drowning sight
in sky fragments;
dropped ravens falling
or shadow's pollen.

Boughs smudged black
shake down clarity
 small as a pea, rarely seen
as  the pleasure

that comes without pain.
Night picks its soft measure
through blue rain
to me.


~May 2014



55 shadows of night for the ghost of the g-man and




Weekend Mini-Challenge: Flash Fiction 55
The Imaginary Garden now hosts G-Man's former Friday 55 on the first weekend of every month. Yes, that would be this one. I'm stepping in for Mama Zen today as host, so please come join us with a 55 of your own.






Photo: Darkwood, copyright joyannjones, 2011-2014

22 comments:

  1. Reversing the mirror, shadow's pollen, rare as the pleasure without pain - these stood out for me ~

    A pleasure to read your words HW ~ Happy weekend ~

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  2. Every word of this nocturne carries its own weight in spades. The richest dessert eaten with a silver spoon.

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  3. This is a particularly lovely one, from start to finish--love the sense of the guitar at the end in the blue rain--it's really all good. K.

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    1. I'm still editing it--does that make it a draft? ;_) Thanks, k.

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    2. Yes! PS - I love the word play of night scene.

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  4. "dropped ravens" and "blue rain" - such fantastic images!

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  5. this sings joy....night songs...and lovely imagery throughout..
    all our pleasures bring their own pain...
    nice subtle rhythm through this as well...

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  6. for some reason thinking of Peter Gabriel with this pen, Joy ~

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    1. mmm--Solsbury Hill, maybe?

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    2. For me, it brings up his former band mate Phil Collins's "In The Air Tonight".

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  7. This paints such stark yet beautiful imagery to the onslaught of night.. night can mean so much.. like dropped ravens.. wonderful words..

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  8. This is really cool, Hedge. I adore the second stanza, but am not sure the wisdom of the rest of the piece doesn't outshine it. Pure pleasure is a very rare bird indeed, but perhaps the mix of emotions makes it all richer.

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  9. the imagery and colors take center stage in this. Well done.

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  10. Be-e-eautiful! I love the though of "sandow's pollen."

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  11. Beautiful picture and a beautiful poem.
    In many ways, I love the night. Although if something is weighing on my mind, the somewhat foreboding feel that comes with the Van Morrison classic "Here Comes the Night" takes over.
    There is nothing more heart-wrenching than the night when one has lost a love.
    My 55 is here.
    http://poetryofthenetherworld.blogspot.com/2014/05/for-dad-on-his-78th-birthday.html

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  12. I love this, "contrarian light," and the whole mood and hue of your piece of flash, Hedge. Nicely done...thank you for the challenge!

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  13. Hey Hedge. I sit at my laptop and dawn is breaking but this night scene soothes my unease somehow. It has a anti-anxiety feel for me, a remedy in the imagery. The steal in the scene. TY Joy x

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  14. Dreamy, smudgy, hypnotic ... I enjoyed this.

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  15. "shake-down clarity"--go on! pepper me!

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  16. It has a riddle's intrigue coated with a bewitching spell of beauty!
    Wondrous!

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  17. I love reading your nocturnes in reverse -- the descent of your night--that I, working on the other end of things, observe as the slow waking of the day. This epiphany (reserved, surely, for more placide bouts of sleeplessness) is so loving, a ritual (almost, um, religious; no--sacred) closing of one eye so another can open. Love love love the apotheosis of

    ... drowning sight
    in sky fragments;
    dropped ravens falling
    or shadow's pollen ...

    And that final blue rain as blessing. Amen.

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  18. Thanks, B. A little night music. ;_)

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'Poetry is an echo asking a shadow to dance' ~Carl Sandburg