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Contrasts
Posted: 19 April 2005
Word Count: 36
Summary: What a lousy weekend - 50 hours of solid rain. A change of seasons today.
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Relentless days of rain
then suddenly
sky which you could cut up
into periwinkles
and wisps of cloud
vying with jets
to produce the best trail.
And the pale, placid moon
smiling at the sun's exuberance.
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 James Graham at 19:26 on 19 April 2005
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Did you write and post this today? It has a very spontaneous feel. 'Sky which you could cut up/into periwinkles' is a brilliant, extravagant image, a very original variation on 'enough blue sky to make a sailor a pair of trousers'. Periwinkles seem just the right flower to choose - their shape and colour, and the sound of the word too. The bemused moon is vivid too - there's something fey about the daytime moon. The season has changed where I am too - it's good to have a poem that captures it so immediately.
James.
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 joanie at 19:28 on 19 April 2005
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James, thank you so much! Yes - I was looking out of the window about an hour ago and it just struck me.
Very much appreciated response!
joanie
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James Graham at 19:58 on 19 April 2005
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I'm full of admiration. I can never produce anything so quickly - well, not something as vivid as that. It's a bit like the way Picasso used to pick up a brush and paint a really vibrant dove or a bull in thirty seconds.
James.
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 gard at 00:14 on 20 April 2005
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Hi Joanie
love that phrase of cutting up the sky into periwinkles
G
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joanie at 09:57 on 20 April 2005
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Thanks Gard. No signs of periwinkles today, unfortunately.
joanie
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Mac AM at 11:24 on 20 April 2005
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Hello Joanie,
This reminds me of last week on my writing course. We had to go out in the dead of night, listen to the sounds of what was around us. The night I chose to do it, it poured down – and I heard nothing other than the rain. But your poems brings us out of that, like the sun coming out from the clouds. Your sky is a playground.
Very well done. Some poems make you smile what ever mood your in. I'm smiling.
Mac
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engldolph at 18:39 on 24 April 2005
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Hi Joanie,
Liked the feel of this.. fresh and extravagant in its images -- as a sunny day after days of rain should be.
not being a particularly good at flower names, except the big ones, my mind took "perwinkles" to mean the shell creature..which in a funny, surreal way worked for me...
strange how language and associations work..
the only thing I might look at is the image of a "smiling" moon...seemed a bit to easy a choice of word..a bit too children's story book..
enjoyed
Mike
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joanie at 19:22 on 24 April 2005
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Thanks Mike. Lovely idea - periwinkles ......!
I have to say that, I swear.... the moon was smiling at the sun!! Honestly!
Thanks for reading - I appreciate it.
joanie
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