Sapphire Sky

Born under a sapphire sky in early September,
fresh wash hung drying by a light, fall breeze that day,
birds vied for seeds from a feeder and a cat laid curled in the sun.
 
The house kept five of us now and the backyard was our playground.
Two of us would sit on the back steps, perusing the loftiness of the
Australian Pine, the shapes in the clouds and the back woods.
 
This beauty was in deep contrast to the darkening, indigo storm within.

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  1. WOW, Gayle. There is such a tumble of foreboding in this. And such gorgeous phrasings. Your images took me there. Wonderful.

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  2. PS: Love love love the Sevenling, as you know. 🙂 Great use of the form!

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  3. That last line is a clincher! Great work!

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    • That’s part of the Sevenling…the last line has to have a twist in it. I’m so glad it worked for you…thank you!

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  4. That line about pondering the Australian Pine is very nice… adds a new dimension to the poem.

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    • That Australian Pine lived in the far left corner of our backyard when I was growing up. When the wind blew, the top would sway back and forth. 🙂 Thanks very much for your compliment, Doc.

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  5. This is absolutely gorgeous writing Gayle 😀 love that closing line… 😀

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  6. Wow. That final line gob-smacked me, Gayle. So very well written–you drew me into the unfolding of the scene.

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  7. I thought the final line in the sevenling was a great twist, so unexpected too. This is a great contrast to the sapphire sky. You made me curious of the coming darkening, an indigo storm. A lovely sevenling Gayle.

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  8. The twist resonated with me. Sometimes even the most beautiful setting fails to influence the tangle of our lives as much as we would like.

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  9. “the darkening indigo storm within” suggests a story to come. This poem leaves the reader wanting more. Smiles. Always a good thing.

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    • I’ve told many a story/poem on that ‘darkening, indigo storm.’ I sure could write more…there were a lot of years of storms. Yes, a good thing to have more to write about. 🙂 Thanks, Sherry.

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  10. The contrast of a lovely day, children playing outside. Then we find there’s a storm brewing within. You’ve got us with a blue skies and dark blue skies

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  11. Rosemary Nissen-Wade

     /  August 9, 2016

    You create a wonderful, enviable scene – and then the last line is so powerfully doom-laden.

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  12. Good sense of place. Ominous. My heart was heavy after reading the last line.

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    • Sorry for your heavy heart, Imelda. Some of my memories are heavy. I always appreciate your visits.

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      • You have nothing to be sorry for. Your poem was moving and if I can help you carry the weight of your memories by reading your poem and feeling what they express, I am more than glad to read and emphatize. 🙂

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        • I really appreciate your kind heart, Imelda…thanks very much. I think that writing about some of my difficult memories has helped me process the emotions that were pent up when I was growing up. I’m very grateful that you read my words…and for your empathy. 🙂

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  13. Glenn Buttkus

     /  August 9, 2016

    A great peek into an imperfect life in perfect word smithing. Man, you ain’t afraid of no sevenling; so cool.

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  14. Geez! A beauty slowly unfolding into a darkening, indigo storm within…
    Clever, clever take. 🙂

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  15. Wonderful sevenling. Taking us to a birth under a saphire sky (a brilliant color) — to children sitting on the stoop (such a wonderfully naive thing that children do) to the last line — that juxtapositioning — the approaching indigo storm within (that black blue). This is a story in and of itself. Thank you for posting.

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  16. Yikes! I was awash in the gentle images and then that last line. It certainly splits this poem in two and you want to know the impending doom….what would have happened. I find this writing….to be some of the best ways to grab a reader and make them think beyond the words. Brava!
    Jane

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    • That twist at the end is the requirement of this form called the Sevenling, Jane. Plus I was writing my memories as a girl. I really appreciate your generous comment and love getting a ‘Brava’ too…thank you!

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  17. Thoughtful reflections in a blue sky and childhood… The backwoods and indigo approaching…bkm

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  18. Didn’t expect that twist at the end, but that’s what you wanted, right? 😉

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  19. Another sapphire sky! Beautiful! 🙂

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  20. Yes, foreboding there at the end… Sapphire is my birthstone too.

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  21. Spectacular sevenling. The perfect scene, the sapphire sky…the indigo storm. Excellent work in this. no, you take the sevenling and ink it into shape.

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  22. Engaging descriptive words of a child-hood time with a powerful ending to bring it all back to reality. As always, Gayle, very well done.
    Hope all is going well with you. Peace … Namaste … Isadora 🙏

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    • Hi Izzy! Of course it’s another form that requires that twist in the last line. A fun challenge. Thank you…namaste and peace to you. 🙏 😘

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      • I’ve been visiting with family so I’m a bit late to respond, Gayle. You’re so talented with your poetry that you could write about the yellow pages. Do we still have yellow pages??? LOL
        I wish I could get my mind to get back into competing in poetry challenges. I’m having too much fun with my story writing and photography. Keep the talent flowing, dear friend.
        Namaste 🙏

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        • I hope you’ve been enjoying your summer, Izzy. I spent last weekend with the family at Sanibel Island…I just love it over there. I don’t know if we still have yellow pages…probably do. And I bet I could come up with something! LOL! I think you’ve found your niche, Izzy, with your wonderful stories and photography. I actually would like to do more memoir writing…something to aspire too. Thanks for your note; I so appreciate it. xoxo Namaste

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  23. You created quite an atmosphere with your words. Well done.

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  24. Gayle, I love this! Beautiful!

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  25. Such an image rendered here, Gayle! Great memory!

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