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a day for umbrellas

photo by Tess Kincaid
ruby throated hail
clove studding
necks, backs
weaknesses

soul swan songs
from the alien zone
every scream
a thundercloud pin drop 
every stumble
a wax winged smooth
death spiral strut smile
and wave before

the inevitable
scorched immaculate
splash down 
into a still rippling
reflecting pool
of all's well ends




Rene ~ July 2011

Comments

  1. MichaelJuly 23, 2011 at 3:15 PM

    Well, I'm not entirely sure what this mean but I love the sounds of the words and have some ideas. your writing is so refreshing, let me tell you, even when focused on harder subjects at times. It is reality.

    Rene, so glad you joining CT again this next time around. Thx for reading the guidelines. I updated them from your question to mention that of course you can a take a photo of your work as that is not the art piece itself. In fact this is what I always do. I don't have a scanner. Will it be more coloured pencils again?

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  2. UnknownJuly 23, 2011 at 3:22 PM

    Mmm...I was inspired by the news of the death of Amy Winehouse. Given her lifestyle the news is hardly surprising but sad nonetheless.

    And regarding my contribution: I have no idea what I'll be doing! You'll be as surprised as I'll be!

    Hope all is well in the mountains :)

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  3. Brian MillerJuly 23, 2011 at 3:30 PM

    it is so sad to see a life snuffed out so early...did she make some poor choices along the way...sure...but man....

    love the pairing of the thunderstorm with a pin prick...

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  4. GinnyJuly 23, 2011 at 3:58 PM

    beautiful, Rene. i think your huge talent is coming out more and more.

    i hadn't heard about Amy Winehouse until i saw your post. very sad.

    peace.

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  5. AnonymousJuly 23, 2011 at 7:45 PM

    alls well that ends

    I like that you didn;t use the cliche "well" at the end.

    things end...not gloriously.

    well done

    Lance

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  6. AliJuly 24, 2011 at 9:53 AM

    Love it!

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  7. UnknownJuly 24, 2011 at 1:40 PM

    strut smile and wave before the inevitable... This tells most of the story, doesn't it? Despite the tragedy that prompted this piece, this line might be good advice for all of us.

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  8. AnonymousJuly 24, 2011 at 4:55 PM

    Amy's death is one of those events that touches the edge of my and everyone's consciousness: she was such a pure force of everyone's humanity that even if you have never knowingly heard her music you can relate to her life.

    I think you have captured this a little in you poem. having an umbrella is so frustrating, and yet without it - the world is almost unbearable (strike 'almost').

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  9. AnonymousJuly 24, 2011 at 9:59 PM

    vivid and powerful.

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  10. Michelle Wells GrantJuly 25, 2011 at 5:53 PM

    Stopping in to read your poetry is always a much needed reflective moment in my day. Beautiful. And thank you.

    Yes, Amy was a lost girl who just couldn't stay.

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  11. ReflectionsJuly 25, 2011 at 6:44 PM

    thank you for offering a momentary pause, hers was clad in beauty, covering the strife of the storm.

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  12. M. A. S.July 26, 2011 at 2:03 AM

    This poem is like an elegant contradiction to me. It feels like a yin/yang.

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  13. Fred MillerJuly 30, 2011 at 11:17 AM

    You really must be fully awake to experience rain like that.

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