Wednesday, 15 July 2015

watercolour...





in the watercolour mystery of  our dawn
I still hope 
to see
to touch
the spiritual
greyscale 
paradox
of Granny Smith


watercolour
Granny Smith
- enigmatic blogger who responded to many poetry prompts (added when the link didn't seem to be noticeable)
    paradox    
spiritual            dawn           touch



Linking to;
dVerse

13 comments:

X said...

Ha. So are you talking about the apple with Granny Smith? Perhaps how it mellows as it ripens? the watercolour mystery of our dawn is a cool line. I see this running the gambit from our birth to death.

X said...

Ah evidently the coffee had yet to kick in. I will have to pay her a visit then.

Marina Sofia said...

I too thought of the apple initially, until I read your explanation. Then it became clearer. A touching tribute to an online kindred soul. Watercolour and dawn do seem to go so well together... there is a mysterious quality to your word choices.

Sanaa Rizvi said...

Intriguing :)

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

An interesting and beautiful way to respond to the prompt, not expounding on the words but arranging them into something new.

Kathy Reed said...

Who would have thought a monkey would have such an effect on a person's life, but I can see the poetry in it.

Glenn Buttkus said...

Granny Smith or Grandma Moses, I love the paradox of not judging others by the color of their skin, or the cut of their jib. Such a beauteous Asian feel, & Zen vibe in this short piece. After scratching my head, the smile sprouts.

bwfiction said...

Ah... a paradox... a common characteristic of an interesting person ...

I. said...

Love the first line.

Victoria said...

I like the watercolor mystery of our dawn, too. I'm working with that medium now and you never know what it's going to do.

grace black said...

This is a palate of sensory deliciousness. Thank you for sharing!

Kate Mia said...

Dawn of APPLES.. eyes of WILD..
feathered EXISTENCE runs HIGHLOW..
Snakes do crawl without worry..
humans clothed in skin of life..
wHere all shed fears and
live alive.. sweet apple
of life never tastes so
sweet in oracle
of gray eyes
in ETERNAL SPIRIT
flesh or old..:)

C.C. said...

Love the magic in that first line.

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