Birdless sky swells grey blue against
trees that stand like brushes
stiff in the cold
The penultimate breath
of a new earth
The dark disappears in a steadfast
philanthropy of color: red, orange, rose
blush up from the land over lakes and hills
and roof slats to tell the inhabitants
Night has not prevailed.
Earth e x h a l e s
as the Sun spills her promise.
A New Earth
Birdless sky swells grey blue against trees that stand like brushes stiff in the cold The penultimate breath of a new earth The dark disappears in a steadfast philanthropy of color: red, orange, rose blush up from the land over lakes and hills and roof slats to tell the inhabitants Night has not prevailed. Earth …
135 responses to “A New Earth”
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Very visual! I experienced each verse as I read
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You know what, Ian? I would not have thought this. Feedback sure is helpful. It’s almost always more giving (meaning, I believe my readers are with me) than my own take on my work.
Thanks, as always.
HW
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I love this. The beginning brings to my mind one who is admiring a painting. Or abandoned it for lack of proper light. (The sun). Thanks for inspiring me. And continuing to write 🙂
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So nice to hear from you. =) Would you elaborate on the interesting reflection that you were made to think of one who might abandon the painting for better light? I…guess you….mean that I came through in painting the sun as I did? Taking a stab.
Xx
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Well, thank you 🙂 and of course: I took the first three lines as being barren & empty, because of the grey blue. And because you compare the trees to brushes, I immediately saw it as a painter. Abandoning it makes me think of God resting after the 6 days He took to create earth. Resting in wait for His sun to rise. 🙂 I think I went way too in depth for this simple poem..maybe not. This is totally random, but would you like to collaborate with me on a poem?
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Just love your thoughtful read. My simplest poems will always be less simple than appears. =) Thanks so much for the feedback and the offer. I am officially swamped, for the RACE that’s on. It’s a lot of work behind the scenes.
Appreciate the hearty support.
Xxx
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Thank you 🙂 I understand. The offer will still be open after you finish the RACE, if you would like 🙂 You’re welcome for the support. You touch many people I’ve noticed with your words. Keep them coming <3 it truly is a gift.
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You really do leave me grateful for the encouragement, Princess. Keep up the passionate blogging.
Xxx
HW
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I like this a lot – the images are clear in my mind and bring out emotions with each picture.
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I appreciate the specific feedback, Paul. I am pleased they evoke emotions.
Grateful for your presence.
Diana
Absolutely captivating… I really enjoyed the poem, its progression and images… best wishes, Aquileana 🙂
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Lovely hearing from you. Thank you for the generous feedback, Aq.
HW
I love the idea of the earth breathing a sigh of relief as day once again wins out over night. Good writing.
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Yes, wins out over night. I almost said “beat back the dark.” Thank you for the sweet word, D. =)
HW
Thanks for this. Light will always win over darkness.
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That
was
the
point.=)
Let
us take
heart.
I agree with the commentor above – your poem is very visual, and very well written in that sense too. Really liked how you wrote ‘exhale’…I sort of held my breath reading that word slowly. It also sounds very tranquil but at the same time very mysterious. Not too sure if this was an ominous and uplifting poem, but I suppose with the creative arts and creative passion, either interpretation is neither wrong 🙂
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As I just validated a reading by a blogger here, it was to encourage you that light will win out in the end.
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Thank you much for the feedback, M. Appreciate the conscientious read (and your b r ea th ing along).
You create magic with your words. Sheer brilliance.
“Penultimate breath of new earth” – what and interesting choice of words! It really set me thinking – why “penultimate”? I’d love to know!
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I changed it from “It is the penultimate hour”.
Which is the predawn. The second (stage) to the finale of night’s surrender to the light.
Must say I am pleased at the commendation. Thanks so much.
HW
Spring! Effective use of words, Diana. I notice that there is a visual element to your poetry that I had never considered with mine. E.g.:
Earth e x h a l e s
The “e x h a l e s” seems to act as a visual compliment to the onomatopoeia nature of “exhales.” Clever writing, lovely poem.
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Thanks taking the time, Nav. =) Appreciate the praise.
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My pleasure, Madam Wayfarer. It was an enjoyable read.
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The relief in these two lines is tangible: Night has not prevailed.
Earth e x h a l e s
as the sun spills her promise.
Kinesthetic as well as visual — and emotional
Thanks
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I find it interesting to hear readers say “emotional”. Thank you for the specific feedback, Mona.
Xxx
Me
Very nice! Blessings, Natale 🙂
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Thanks for the good word and the faithful read, N.
Diana
wonderful poem! Starkly alien initially, then it begins to feel as if a ‘breakthrough’ has happened, a breakthrough which lends hope for a better day…
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Your commentary nails it.
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Thanks for taking a moment.
Xxx
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well then, may I congratulate you on the ‘breakthrough’, creatively attained, or ‘real-world’ mastered… you deserve it!
K.
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So sweet.
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“The dark disappears in a steadfast philanthropy of color” – His devotion to granting us grace and showing us His love each morning. It is how this spoke to me.
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Love your meditation, my friend. Indeed, the poem was about more than the breaking of day.
Thank you for walking alongside.
Love,
D.
Such beauty, Diana. My favorite line ” It is the penultimate breath
of a new earth.” You remind me that we can take what is outside our windows for granted when brand new stories are being told everyday. Happy Friday.
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*Smile* Really love the reflection. And hearing which part you most took to is always helpful. Thx.
Love,
D.
I love this; trees that stand like brushes We have some really wide/fat busy trees and then some really tall thin, almost anorexic ones and they really stand out like the brushes you mention 🙂 Lovely poem
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Mmm, love the feedback. Yes, the trees outside my window at that hour are ones many see looking like that in the cold. Thanks for sharing. =)
HW
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A pleasure thank you for sharing your wonderful words x
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for some reason,
the ‘and’ just before roof sings
in a delightful rhythm,
singing out a bit more poetic
than her neighbor words.
oddly pleasant for such a little word.
the brush is stiff,
though I cannot place as to why –
perhaps I place the trees as inhabitants,
rather than creators?
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So apparently I’ve done something right
to hear from DG – in two comments, categorized!
Perhaps the “and” resonated because there is
room for it in your mind,
a space to embrace
more.
– contentual (I know it’s not a word, but I am a poet)
unfortunately for some,
the promise that she spills
is composed of alpha and beta and gamma –
none too friendly for the little fleshpots,
as that energy blasts little holes
in our deoxy sequences.
Thank God for a liquid nickel core,
and for Maxwell’s suggestions
about magnetic flux….
Well written & beautiful…
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Thanks, Storm. Always pleased to hear from you.
D.
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You’re welcome…always my pleasure.
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Nicely done–beautiful images. Thanks.
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Thank you for the sweet word. =)
HW
So beautiful and inspiring. I absolutely love this poem. The sun spills her promise. That right there took my breath away. It fires me up for the tomorrow, which in many ways will give me a better today. Thank you for writing and sharing!
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Dom, I am (getting chills and) so pleased for the note of hope in your voice. Thanks for speaking the poem back to me where it hit you.
Fondly,
Diana
Beautimus. This reminds me of yoga. The instructors always seem to tell us to breathe in deep, pause, then exhale completely. Then, the key, leave your lungs empty for a moment, experience the fear of zero oxygen, then inhale the next breath. Life is breath.
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Buddy, you grow more impressive in my eyes with each comment. =) I haven’t had a yoga instructor say that although I’m familiar with the progressive breathing (deeper successively for a count of two, three times) to strengthen lungs. Lovely. And yes, I come back and again to the reality of life being breath. I said in my About that I’m no longer holding it.
I’m writing.
You’re this poetic athlete. LOL.
Thanks, Scott.
D.
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Lol, again, where was my rep to start with? Ha, seriously, I’m glad to rise up. I try to remember yoga lessons when running. Calming my breath and being in the moment for example. Btw, I’ve been told my whole life that I’m a walking contradiction of what they expected from me.
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LOL I know, right? I realize I talk like you were really down there.
” I try to remember yoga lessons when running. Calming my breath and being in the moment for example.” LOve iT. Yeah, you sure are a surprise. But as interesting as you is the question why many assume you into a box. =) But always a good thing, in my book, the surprising. Esp in the blogging. 😉
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Thank you! And I never thought of why they think that way. Truthfully, I’ve always just enjoyed breaking peoples stereotypes. I’m glad we’ve met virtually. But I don’t know why I enjoy impressing you.
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*Laughing*
You stump people.
I’ve stumped you.
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Agreed. Nice.
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Another fine work! I really loved how your eye for the moment was a tuned as a photographer’s, especially with the inclusion of roof slats catching the warm hues. Thank you for making me appreciate my morning commute more! 🙂
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*Big smile* A very, very sweet thought, through and through. The commendation and the effect on that commute, M.
Thanks for taking a moment.
Like this post……….
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Thank you.
HW
Lovely and evocative.
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Thanks. =)
Xxx
Diana
You’ve motivated me, one day soon I will post a poem on my blog, this was beautiful.
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=) I’m always looking to encourage others to aspire…and do. For themselves, not just enjoy my work.
Thanks for the sweet word, S.
Lovely imagery in this poem!
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Thank you, MS. =)
There is the darkness of night and the darkness of the soul. One can fine beauty in the first.
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“the darkness of night and the darkness of the soul.”
Hmm. Interesting distinction, Curt. All too familiar with both, I have needed to soak in – WANT – the beauty of light.
A telling remark you made, my friend. I know you a leetle bit better each time. (And will do so even better when I get through your race post.)
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This was an exciting read! I love how each verse takes you into a place unlike any other. A world one has never seen and cannot imagine to be like any other one (in beauty and splendour). A truly is a wonderful reflection of a new earth.
I couldn’t help but take a quick look at what this, “darkness,” experience was about. Curt is right though. I love the transition from the events that took place then (from the writing process color) to where you are now. The growth. The confidence in who you are and how all this, in a way, reveals itself in, with and through your poems. Thanks for this.
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Gosh, you are something. “Thank you” doesn’t seem enough for the dedicated reading. I am excited for where your observations take you on your own journey. =) Always, that is my chief aim here.
Grateful for the vested reading,
Diana
Love the last two lines especially – ‘as the sun spills her promise’. Beauty.
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Good to know that hit you, S. The opening and close of any piece are potential goldmines bc they give readers first and final (lingering) impressions. =)
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Yes, therein lie the zingers, and you’ve got some great ones 🙂
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It is truly a liberating amazing experience to exhale with total hope, freedom, of sunshine’s kiss that warms the heart. Beautiful post!
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Appreciate the lovely sentiment, Traveler.
Lovely sentiment…
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Thank you for the sweet word and the faithful read. =)
Xxx
Unique descriptions, lovely phrases: a philanthropy of color—trees like brushes stiff in the cold—–
blush up from the land—-the sun spills its promise.
Night has not prevailed. Marvelous use of language, perfect for inspiring hope.
Once again delighted I finally had time to drop by……..always a treasure trove.
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Thank you, my friend. I appreciate your taking a moment for the kind feedback.
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So visual and beautiful!
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Thanks, Caitlin. =)
Some powerful words and good poetry written here. Was a joy to read thank you
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How sweet. Thanks so much, Matt.
Enjoyed the moment, particularly the way you used “blush” as a verb where I didn’t expect it. Good job! Thanks for stopping by & liking my post today.
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Thanks for the props, Janet. =)
Diana, this is simply glorious!
Blessings ~ Wendy ❀
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Thanks, W. Just wrote it as I saw it.
Lovely writing!
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Thank you. And I’m running to TJ’s aLL the time. LOL.
I like the colours that you used, simply amazing. My favourite phrase is the “penultimate breath”.
The colours do complement each other and describe the visual beautifully.
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I sure appreciate your four gold cents (two x 2 comments) LOL.
=) I can feel how you embraced this piece.
HW
Beautiful writing! 🙂
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Thanks for the sweet word. =)
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Thank you. =)
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Appreciation of Earth’s beauty.
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Thank you!
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You’re welcome. 🙂
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There’s a really elegant use of language here, which I love. A really good free verse landscape poem, with a touch of T. S. Eliot in its sharp urban/natural (“roof slats” in one hand, “lakes and hills” in the other) imagery.
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You certainly know how to read poetry, though I do find the feedback generous. Thanks so much for taking a moment.
Wonderful inspiration! Thank you 🙂
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Thanks. =)
Wonderful!
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Pleased you liked. Thank you.
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Lovely – in a way, melancholic – “birdless sky” however in the end the sun spilling her promise. The struggle between light and dark, perhaps.
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Yes. Appreciate your thoughts, Jan.
Xxxx
D.
Beautiful words put together in such a glowing manner. I enjoyed your description of the new day.
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Thanks so much. Appreciate the feedback.
Beautiful progression from dullness to light and the expression that night has not prevailed.
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Thank you for taking the time. =)
Nor can it ever, easy for a sliver of light to illuminate a dark space, and how difficult for darkness to shut out all light!
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A most encouraging reminder where that space is the heart. Thanks, Peter.
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Beautiful use of language/ words. Really liked this …
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Not my best, but glad it worked!!
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And Happy New Year!
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Wishing you many creative opportunities this yr, P.
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