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red roofs

le toits rouges ~ marc chagall 1953-54

it's an endless space
that blessed place
of nails and prophecy

where an angry bridegroom
mourns a bride
he never knew

where a lost soul
wanders and jingles
a beggar's purse sized heart

where kisses
soothe like wine
or sting like fire ants

where a mother
holds her son singing
safe tonight

it's an endless space
that blessed place
of nails and prophecy

where the moon
passes over
red roofs bright


rene ~ April 2013
for The Mag



Comments

  1. the second and third stanza made me remember what it was like to be single, lost, ignored, and unloved.


    the fifth and sixth stanza related to me on how my life staretd to make sense.

    Thsi was really in your face strong and tangible. I liked it a lot.

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  2. Oh, that endless space...this piece sings of yearning in a haunting and heartfull way.

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  3. nice...so much going on in the city and you bring out a few of her stories...the mom and son were emotive a bit for me...and the bridegroom, some nice touches here rene...

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  4. The contrasting kisses are a really nice touch! I like this very much.

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  5. You packed so much into that endless space ..

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  6. This has a lovely cadence, and I like the 'nails and prophecy'

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  7. Makes me wish I had a red roof, instead of a flat one! LOL

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  8. So many quiet scenes here - they add up to more than the sum of their parts.

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  9. The repeated stanza is highly effective. Glad you used it only twice. Conservative with words and inference, you accent components of the painting rather than describing them. The subtlety creates power.

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  10. Where kisses soothe or sting.. Man! Ive been there.

    Great work here. Loved it!

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  11. Intentionally rhythmic, and works very well.

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  12. where kisses
    soothe like wine
    or sting like fire ants

    (!) wow

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  13. An amazing write Rene!!!! I love this poem....a new fav for me of yours!! :-)

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  14. Lovely rhythm, lovely write.

    Anna :o]

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  15. There is a lot going on in that noggin of yours. I'm glad you share it with us :)

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  16. Nails and prophecy - what a fantastic double act. Beautiful contrasts here.

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  17. Oh, this is lovely.

    I loved it!

    XOXO

    A.

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  18. Oh Rene.


    words cannot express....




    (((luv)))

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  19. Not sure if my last attempt at a comment went through, but basically I said that was beautiful.

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  20. You just reminded me why I blog. You are priceless. There are not enough pennies to go in that hat to reciprocate with your artfully formed words and irreplaceable spirit....

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