Transference
The sky freckled
with tangerine clouds
The sun’s last breath
of the day
The water glittered
with diamonds
and shadows grew long
as the evening turned grey
Through the looking glass
of twilight
astral forms came into view
and under the stars we lay
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Mish is hosting Monday Quadrille at
D'Verse Poets tonight and has prompted
us with "Freckles"
A quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 words
excluding the title
Words prompt
Astral - RDP
Go Dog Go Cafe - Through the Looking Glass
Image by David Mark from Pixabay
I wanted to come back to this lovely Quadrille again Christine. As stated above, I agree with Dr Grimes about the title giving such a critical added dimension to this poem. I have been thinking about how the world touches us, the light and the winds as they impact our senses and gets transduced into neural energy, until it gets transformed, as you say, transferred, into our brain becoming us. How sweet is it that the miracles of our senses is not just for jumping a little faster to catch our next meal or to ward off danger, but to become aware, in a sense, of our unity with the world, that it has entered into us, and has become us. Your poem cascades this all out so nicely with the colors of the sky, the feel of the wind, and then finally where we lie under the stars, all of it enveloped in there, and then written and posted by you… and transferred to us.
So nice, that with our mind and with our heart,
we can be a corner of the color wheel
aware of itself, if not in whole,
than at least joyfully in part.
Thank you so much Lona. How beautifully you put it! I agree with you. I have never felt so connected to nature as I have in recent years. I seem to find all the answers there 🙂❤️ We are part of something so much bigger than we are.
I think you have captured the “feeling” of a sunset along with your lovely imagery.
Thank you so much Mish! 🙂
Thank you so much Lona 🙂💕
Lovely Christine! I love the sun’s last breath, the colors, and I agree with Dr. Grimes
That’s a wonderful perspective on freckle-ness Christine. I had a night sky freckled with stars. This made for engaging reading.
Thanks Rob. 🙂 I will check it out. Nature usually has all of our answers, doesn’t it?
The sky and water are beautifully freckled.
Yes both! Thanks Frank
You write like a painter, such beautiful colours…
Thank you so much Sarah. That is how I look at the evening sky. Every day is different and beautiful
Delicate and lovely.
Thank you! 🙂
yes, delicate is an apt description
Tangerine clouds – lovely!
Thank you! I must have been channeling The Beatles 🙂
There are certainly worse things to channel!
Than you dear Punam 💕🙂
Such a beautiful picture you painted, Christine! 🙂💞
So beautiful! I love the picture you painted with words
Thank you so much Jason! 🙂💕
You’re welcome
A great title, for me it gives deeper meaning to the poem, which is lovely in itself. 🙂
Thank you so very much Crystal. 💕❤️
A lovely poem.
Thanks so much 🙂🙂💕
A pleasure