Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Tale of the Red Silk Scarf


Is more than a scarf
It’s a forgotten language
in an atmosphere
of elegance, mystery,
and androgyny.

A time when the air
is filled with remnants of silk
and the fragrance
of fresh strawberries

The very fabric is alive
with future memories –
that taste delicious.

Entwined in a timeless moment
the distance approaches
her appearance is
wild, free and unencumbered
what is that---
she wears upon her head?
Blood red in a display
as passionate and brilliant
as the sun itself.
what need has Othello of that scarf?
For She is her own alibi

Wrapped  in long, red silk
flowing over her shoulders
dancing on passing clouds
into the dream of the new world


When days and years are fused
into a single moment
the stillness of the
air is crystallized
where desire
is purified and made lucid
Listen carefully
she is telling her story
like  a symphony you once
heard in a dream -
Dare come as your dream

Fin 


One shot poetry 

Imperfect prose

Tale of the Red Silk Scarf
 

Is more than a scarf
It’s a forgotten language
in an atmosphere
of elegance, mystery, and androgyny.
 a time when the air
is filled with remnants of silk
and the fragrance of fresh strawberries
 

The very fabric is alive
with future memories –
that taste delicious
 

Entwined in a timeless moment
the distance approaches
her appearance is
wild, free and unencumbered
what is that she wears upon her head?
 

Blood red in a display
as passionate and brilliant
as the sun itself.
what need has Othello of that scarf?
For She is her own alibi

Wrapped  in long, red silk
flowing over her shoulders

dancing on passing clouds
into the dream of the new world.


When days and years are fused
into a single moment
the stillness of the
air is crystallized
where desire
is purified and made lucid

Listen carefully
she is telling her story
like  a symphony you once
heard in a dream -
Dare come as your dream


photo credits: dreamer-pierrot; tumblr, underwater-Anatoly;rodin-minerva; via Les Deuxgarcons; underwater-Zena Holloway; Venice-Carnivel; beauty Anoush Abrah

21 comments:

  1. "The very fabric is alive
    with future memories –
    that taste delicious"

    A lot of lovely images in this. :)

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  2. My grandmother had a scarf that we weren't aloud to touch. I think that scarf was from HIM.
    Once I saw how she kissed the scarf. It was so sad and romantic.

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  3. Excellent how you weave the fabric of your poetic words with great imagery to emphasize that "lost language" of art.

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  4. some great lines joanny...the second line, yeah...she is her own alibi, oh yes...

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  5. The way you combine images with the words is an art in itself.

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  6. Lovely Joanny..."for she is her own alibi" ...love the feminine theme with use of the scraf...very symbolic and elusive visions...bkm

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  7. Sublimes photos et couleurs merveilleuses. Alors, tes mots prennent encore plus de valeur.
    Merci Joanny!

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  8. Nice to see you again!
    Marvellous collors-my favourite is the 7th picture

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  9. Not as simple as "a kiss is just a kiss." Joanny, there is something deeper and intense which you have deliberately kept away from this piece. I find it quite intriguing and not satisfied with what you have offered here. I thirst for more but I don't know whether that thirst is justified.

    And the colour red. Joanny, do you have something intricate and intrinsic with that colour. I see red in almost every post, after I have started following you. Well, I am still wondering. Will I get an answer?

    In anticipation,
    Susan

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  10. Fantastic work Joanny, everytime very nice to see this lovely work from your hand.

    Greetings, Joop

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  11. Hello Joanny,
    your poems are filled with beauty, and I do like this last sentence, " dare come as your dream ". Makes so much meaning to me.
    The same with the third picture, I love it.
    Thanks for your nice comments in my blog. I understand you have had a busy time, and I'm happy to "see" you again.
    Wish you a nice weekend my friend.
    Warm hugs,
    Berit.

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  12. Your poetry is incredible and your use of many images within the words is mesmerizing......

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  13. Excellent mixture of image and word.

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  14. As always a large selection of images that can evoke feelings as we read the poem. But I also like to read it all and is entirely without images then displayed beautiful images in my mind caused by your suggestive and evocative words. This especially with the red I was transported into a sensual and magical at the same time Greetings.

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  15. A scarf with incarnations..I'll follow it anywhere! What beauty...

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  16. this is a mysterious story... and i love red scarves : )

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  17. Swirling scarlet silken scarves -- so sensuous!

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  18. i can smell those strawberries... and the red scarf is swirling around me: beautiful, joanny.

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  19. Oh my dearest Joanny,
    It is so true "When days and years are fused
    into a single moment"(Joanny)...A month has passed since we last wrote, can't believe it!!!This post i love for your poetic jestures using a scarves with the liquid substance of still waters, which is so beautiful and inviting.
    Bacisss,
    Kirsten

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