Poetry Thursday - Its a Free Day
This is my contribution for Poetry Thursday for this week. There was no particular theme this week. Instead we were invited to share any poem we liked.
Bruised
The sunlight strains through a dust stained window
Speckled in last spring’s dried raindrops
Bruised shadows fan the entirety of a compromised chamber
Not radiant, not luminous, not exactly dull, but – gentle and subdued
They flicker as the sunlight plays with the stirring foliage outside
Like shadow puppets behind a calico screen
I could cleanse the tainted glass;
Lift the burden from its smattered lens
The light would then flood blindingly, naturally, dazzlingly
But I have become accustomed to the bruised shadows,
And they trouble you not-
Those gentle bruised shadows that dance for me.
© Strauss
10th June 2006
12 comments:
That was beautiful, Strauss.
there is something magical about dusty bruised light like this you describe.
'Speckled in last spring’s dried raindrops'
This is my favourite line. That's quite an image! Nicely written piece.
I like that last line, Strauss,
Those gentle bruised shadows that dance for me.
Nice.
Hi Strauss, I like the way you highlight the choices we all make NOT to cleanse the glass. That has me thinking this morning.
Almost a prose poem - it has an effective cadence that matches the subject matter well.
"bruised shadows" -- very captivating image. Nice write Strauss!
--and so it goes--
...Rob
What an interesting concept, bruised shadows, never occurred to me, but now I cannot forget them. Profound. Thanks for sharing!
Beautuful imagery. There are some great lines in there.
I agree- the imagery is just beautiful here...
Yes, your imagery is amazing...
This week, I believe I have been visited in this manner. Your imagery is beautiful...the picture adds to your words.
I love visiting here...
Melodious. Even the unwashed window sounds good. LOL. Like the shadows it describes, your poem is "gentle and subdued," but there.
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