Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Sext


It is the hour of blue
and yellow, precisely
the mid-point of day,
a sun arcing overhead,
umbrella of light.
No return is possible;
only a waning and
growing shadows
to be accepted. And
so we rest, our work
piled high around us,
a coarsely sewn pillow
for barefoot dreams.

This poem is submitted for Open Mike Night at dVerse Poets. To see more poems, please visit the site. The links will be live at 2 p.m. Central time today.


Illustration: Noon Rest from Work by Vincent Van Gogh, Musee d’Orsay, Paris.
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21 comments:

  1. Pat HattAugust 9, 2011 at 1:27 PM

    Love the pic, yeah we always need to take a break, no matter how much work there is. "barefoot dreams" was a great line!

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  2. AnonymousAugust 9, 2011 at 2:46 PM

    Loved the last line... your poem refreshing.

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  3. MaureenAugust 9, 2011 at 3:10 PM

    I like imagining that "hour of blue/and yellow", which are Monet colors, too.

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  4. L.L. BarkatAugust 9, 2011 at 3:50 PM

    I really like the coarsely sewn pillow.

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  5. ayalaAugust 9, 2011 at 4:00 PM

    Love the painting and your words. The last line just perfect :)

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  6. Brian MillerAugust 9, 2011 at 4:56 PM

    mmm...this just feels good glynn...i would not mind a bit of a seista occassionally...

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  7. S. EtoleAugust 9, 2011 at 5:01 PM

    I like the titles you have chosen for both this and Terce to set the time of day.

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  8. TashtooAugust 9, 2011 at 5:26 PM

    Love Vincent! You've captured that moment of rest perfectly! I can smell the hay, feel the sun's heat on the bluejeans, the sweat...all of it. Little Boy Blue....

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  9. kelvin s.m.August 9, 2011 at 7:55 PM

    ..both your words and imagery so reminds of my rural days staring at the golden fields of palay… what a peaceful read.. i like the painting by the ever great Vincent Van Gogh.. thanks for sharing!

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  10. AnonymousAugust 9, 2011 at 8:02 PM

    The Sixth Hour
    HIgh noon
    with work that
    makes a bed
    and shade
    no such thing
    for me today
    with wine bottles
    boxes and tape

    totally beautiful poem :-)

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  11. Maude LynnAugust 9, 2011 at 8:23 PM

    Those last two lines are absolutely gorgeous.

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  12. Joanne Young ElliottAugust 9, 2011 at 10:23 PM

    The sweet rest and release perfectly expressed. Nice.

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  13. JAGDISH BALIAugust 9, 2011 at 11:28 PM

    Nicely webbed.

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  14. UnknownAugust 10, 2011 at 11:11 AM

    I am beginning to have a real appreciation for your work Glynn, you have a wonderful way with words! This picture and small verse go together wonderfully, and as Queen of naps I speak from a position of Authority when I say they are perfect!! Well done Glynn.

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  15. signed...bkmAugust 10, 2011 at 12:02 PM

    Love the coarsely sewn pillow...my grandmother made us pillows out of straw on the farm...and we did sleep on them..this hit home...beautiful write..bkm

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  16. AnonymousAugust 10, 2011 at 12:15 PM

    coarsely sewn pillow
    for barefoot dreams

    is a great ending!

    Thanks for sharing this with us!

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  17. Arron ShillingAugust 10, 2011 at 3:58 PM

    Great feeing runs thru this poem and drizzles down in exhausted reverie from the great painting and inspiration.

    This piece put me in mind of Tolstoy which cant be bad

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  18. AnonymousAugust 10, 2011 at 4:59 PM

    great strength in brevity here and the closure is just lovely. Thanks for sharing

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  19. UnknownAugust 10, 2011 at 5:17 PM

    The prompt image is lovely, your words put the final point to it. Lovely write ~ Rose

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  20. Rosemary Nissen-WadeAugust 10, 2011 at 11:50 PM

    Lovely words, for a sweet image. I particularly like 'umbrella of light' and 'barefoot dreams'.

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  21. AnonymousAugust 12, 2011 at 6:34 PM

    we rest so we may continue...
    lovely poem..

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