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Charcoals Poems

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PMPoem TitlePoetFormFormCategories  
Morden Cries of an Ancient Philosopher Gibbs Kudzai Kawinga Free verse Free verse charcoals, philosophy,
Wanting a cook Solomon Ochwo-Oburu Free verse Free verse charcoals, me, metaphor,
I am desolation Ashley Alfonso Free verse Free verse charcoals, abuse, bullying, deep, depression,
After a Long Time Neelamani Sutar Free verse Free verse charcoals, woman, writing,
Back Yard Oasis Joseph Guth Haiku Haiku charcoals, home, house, nature,
SKETCHING Kim van Breda Rictameter Rictameter charcoals, art, beauty, nature,
The Hues of Yesterday Mel Merrill Quatrain Quatrain charcoals, allegory, change,
Playful Whispers Shannon tackett Rhyme Rhyme charcoals, adventure, creation, dream, fantasy,
American Graffiti Johnny Rhinem I do not know? I do not know? charcoals, art, baby, cancer,
Recalling Her Charlotte Jade Puddifoot Free verse Free verse charcoals, grandmother, memory,
Moment To Remember zelene desha Rhyme Rhyme charcoals, feelings, time,
America Graffiti Johnny Rhinem I do not know? I do not know? charcoals, love,
Pure Beauty Rachel St.Cross Free verse Free verse charcoals, angel, beautiful, beauty,
Time To Tell Abdulhafeez Oyewole Ballad Ballad charcoals, courage, dedication, devotion, visionary,
American Graffiti Rachel St.Cross Free verse Free verse charcoals, baptism,
American Graffiti John Rhinem I do not know? I do not know? charcoals, hope, life, love,
Premium Member Poem Message from My Daughter Ray Dillard Prose Poetry Prose Poetry charcoals, daughterme, basketball, me,
Tangled foliage Jan Delvaux. Free verse Free verse charcoals, lifeme, me,
....Darkness Falls.... John Rhinem I do not know? I do not know? charcoals, visionary
Love is the Old illegal, Love is the new City Wide Ban. Arthur Flockwhimsy Burlesque Burlesque charcoals, adventure, life, love, passion,

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Charcoals Poem Example

Recalling Her

It is thirty six years ago, and I am with her in the garden,
where July is a picnic of egg sandwiches, cress-stippled,
fuzzy-downed peaches, yellow-tangy lemonade.
Her fingers have the delicacy of dancers
as she deftly mixes paint on a palette blue as the sky -
blobs of acrylics bright as sweet shop candies.

Summer is a sizzling colour wheel, spinning in its heat hues -
cadmium orange, pyrrole red, gold ochre -
those fever-flames that blaze across her page.

My small world is warmed by the sun in her smile.

Russian vine stitches a delicate doily over the shed roof.
The heat-glazed garden shimmers and buzzes.
There is a twilight world under sweet clusterings of lilacs:
a cool shock of shade, pendulous-legged black flies
hovering in the murky mauve.
China white stars of jasmine light my way.
Please keep me close. Let me stay.

*

It is twenty six years ago, a morning of mourning,
and the notes of the dead bells toll
as, mist-muffled, they roll
through November's sleet streets.

I close my eyes and the sun in her smile parts the clouds.

Sober-suited people crush and cluster in pews;
row upon row of perylene black, winter-pale faces titanium white.
Stained glass windows filter and warm the ash-grey light
until her coffin is a vibrant palette of rainbows.

There are stories - lots of stories - anecdotes,
a crimson-backed journal she wrote,
a painting she painted, coffin-propped,
a poetry reading - one of her own -
Tapestry is a wondrous thing, in it the lovely colours sing...

Creamed rice-colour roses heap sweet
on her stone - a slate plate serving up a dead name -
and carnations splash cadmium scarlet
like blood throbbing from the gash of grief's raw wound.

*

It is now, and I am alone, taking a short cut home
through evening's rich palette.
Elegiac elms shed viridian tears
and the sky is a burnt sienna explosion.
October's umber seeps into November's sepia tones.

My mind is coloured with her and then.
I hold a small cameo box that held
the colourful spill of her pills: kaleidoscope planets
orbiting my loneliness, spinning off into nothingness...

Dark figures fill the park: silhouettes, shadows
following me home; spirits stepped from her portraits,
faces pushed down into coat collars, crinkled with frowns.

Paint-pinned people in their primaries and pastels,
on canvas, under glass; stopped heartbeats of the past.
Trapped moments on paper and boards.

I close my eyes and see the sun in her smile,
recall how, since her passing, life has become a free fall,
a parapet leap without parachute.

And the smudged charcoals of memory
are beginning to blur, fading like her watercolours...




in memory of my grandmother

2nd place in contest 'Anything Goes', date judged 4/12/2014
date written 11/3/2013

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