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Thunderstorm at the Shore - Wenzel Hablik

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what nourishes and washes away are mirrored in a concave/convex spectrum where perfection somewhat conversely erodes by stealth no there's a chance I don't know nourishment I know storms and before and after storms which aren't without beauty but don't allow for true rest I'm on my toes clinging on with my fingertips or collapsed with exhaustion forever thinking 'it's passed' just to relive it all again yesterday I told my friends bared my soul they shook their fists at the sky showed me the patches of blue mapped out how to get there but I knew then what I know now I'm in a house of mirrors I don't know how to get out nor if I am the storm and I'm very tired right now

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Joanna Daniel

Date: 11/9/2024 9:01:00 AM

Wow! Simply wow!!!!

Di11y Da11y
Date: 11/9/2024 1:40:00 PM

Aww glad you like it! 5 might be my highest number of exclamation marks on one comment :)

Lioness Onpaper

Date: 11/6/2024 9:43:00 AM

there's a chance I don't know nourishment I know storms … aaae I am rite there with u !! I'm on my toes clinging on with my fingertips ooooo sick imagery!!! Wonderful weave indeed… paired it with the perfect fabric of poignant blues n hints of green.. painted the storm so perfectly in the art piece!!!! Gorgeous

Di11y Da11y
Date: 11/6/2024 1:59:00 PM

Thank you so much Lioness! You certainly did leap right in there with me :) fab comment :)

David Kavanagh

Date: 11/6/2024 2:46:00 AM

Another stunning poem from the soups oracle, always shedding light on what most of us fail to see, using convex/concave mirrored imagery, alas still feeling somewhat trapped by the storm, because maybe you are the storm, and exhausted just trying to figure it out, makes for beautiful poetry nonetheless, brilliant Ekphrasis, cheers David

Di11y Da11y
Date: 11/6/2024 1:56:00 PM

Many thanks David - feel like I've had the longest week of my life so I'm blind to the fun house mirrors via the blessing of exhaustion. Thank you for your kind words, appreciated always

Ink Empress

Date: 11/5/2024 10:19:00 PM

Dear DD, i felt this poem, house of mirrors can be exhausting, and it can cause one to be on their toes, and anxious, i really felt the line’s especially “ I know storms and before and after storms” me too! And maybe im a storm too dressed in pixiedust! Lol Pleasure always reading your heartfelt poems and interpretations of artwork! Sending you light ~

Di11y Da11y
Date: 11/5/2024 10:56:00 PM

Thank you Ink - you've got me thinking what I wear in a storm now, nothing as glamorous as pixiedust I imagine! Thank you for stopping by with your support, much appreciated x

Arthur Vaso

Date: 11/5/2024 8:52:00 PM

Loved this and I love your Ekphrasis poems, amazing poetry with amazing art.

Di11y Da11y
Date: 11/5/2024 10:53:00 PM

Thank you Arthur. I spend time choosing the art that speaks to me on a given day then see if a poem takes off from looking at it. I'm glad you enjoy both. Thank you for your kind and endorsing comment :)