on half-truths and the only thing that i expect to last

Henry and Adele by Judith Clay

Henry and Adele by Judith Clay

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night leans into him,
his melody, the flute
carries more than just his lips through every tune,
i’m barefoot

in the grass, a crossword lane
(all letters missing– still)
& dew licking the space between my ribcage and–
a tinted nightingale
(imagined lines)

knitted fragile to her friend, the halfmoon,
halfsong, halfboats, halfking
(dig it)
“there’s much more to it”

whispers the lawn
“than you can see– few things
are ever whole” she combs her hair against the wind
which feels as if all leaves would fall
for autumn (yet they don’t)

“i thought they carried messages”
remarks the night (tongue, thick & blue)
the obvious

can be a foe
sometimes, we listen
(closely) in the gaps,
the pause between two songs
(psssshhhh–)
he plays on

& on
——& on
even though we cease

———to hear it

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at dVerse today we’re writing to a collection of six chosen paintings by Judith Clay— i met her just recently on FB and immediately fell in love with the dreamy, story-telling and fairy tale quality of her artwork– pub doors open at 3pm EST…. see you later.. smiles

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54 responses to “on half-truths and the only thing that i expect to last

  1. the obvious can be a foe at times…i love that kernel tucked in there….the dew licking rib cage, cool intimacy in that….few are ever whole you know….but the bird inside can def still sing…there is a cool magic in this…and i love the art….cant wait to see what people come up with…

  2. I fell in love with her work, too. And your poem. Almost made me want to go outside and listen…but the smoke won’t let me do that, as you will see in my post which will be up in a couple of minutes. But you’re sleeping, I hope.

  3. great creativity here, in tone with picture…love the last thought ‘he plays on

    –& on——& on even though we cease to hear it’ – real music continues in our heart…

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  4. Dreamy storytelling, I’m enchanted by both words and picture. Do you know that Einstein used to say that if you want to improve a child’s IQ, read them fairytales?

  5. I like the idea that he plays on and on, Claudia, even though a person ceases to hear it. I do think this is sort of like life.. Everyone has their own private flute which plays and plays, even if there is no audience at all. I wrote to the same picture! Smiles!

  6. “Few things are ever whole”. So true. I really, really love this one Claudia. It has magic, but it’s goouned, musical, a little whimsical yet so deep. What a wonderful companian for the painting.

  7. A magical spell of the night, halfmoon, halfsong, with her hair falling like leaves of autumn ~ You have weaved a lovely unceasing beat of the night ~

  8. ‘she combs her hair against the wind
    which feels as if all leaves would fall
    for autumn’ – A beautiful image.
    I like the dreamy atmosphere of your poem!

  9. ….oh wow, Claudia! you managed to possess the dreamy quality of Ms. Clay’s art… i think you & her could actually make wonderful colaborations… her artworks & your poetry seemed a perfect match…ha…. love the ending part where the music of the night seem to play endlessly as one fall asleep… smiles…

  10. “there’s much more to it”
    whispers the lawn
    “than you can see– few things
    are ever whole”

    Very true Claudia! How often one sees something and reacts without getting the full pic. It may be detrimental but still the refusal to determine, a state of denial all along. The thinking, things can get worst! Great thoughts!

    Hank

  11. My ears kept hearing a fabulous tune – this made me grin ear to ear and I can grab the right words to express the feeling. I really enjoyed the whimsy feel and the cleverness filtered throughout.

  12. Enchanting images, Claudia. The last line is specially memorable to me as even as I write, I feel like straining my ear to catch the notes that the flutist is playing.

  13. Flutes, and woodwinds whirling as music of the spheres, nature keeping the beat, pushing down the dewy grass with a tapping foot & wicked words & beauteous babbling over & in brooks, letting birdsong be classical, the blues, or just free as jazz, native american, asian flutes; sweet, lusty, & reedy; really hooked me with this one, Claudia.

  14. So magical, I love… she combs her hair against the wind which feels as if all leaves would fall for autumn… I could fall into this scene… what a wonderful prompt am loving my journey through these poems. 🙂

  15. Didn’t you LOVE this prompt? I thought your crossword lane (still devoid of words) was great – did not see that detail and first, thought it was simply a crosshatching. This was such fun, and I swear I can hear his flute. Did you notice the “HEN” on one side below the hen, Adele? Thanks!! AMy

  16. Half truths and the gaps between songs. Great writing. I believe everything said is a half truth, because we don’t know the half of anything we say.

  17. This is excellent.

    My favorite: “& dew licking the space between my ribcage and–
    a tinted nightingale”

    And boy is this ever true: “few things are ever whole”

    If we were complete, we might stop seeking. What a shame that would be.