Golden Tuesdays With Family
Fresh-washed, gleamed white against dull-grey
straight, flat, dotted highway pencil draws me.
New-tired beast jockeys familiar lanes with fast
travelers in myriad shapes with myriad hues.
Crotch rocket riders zip between, daredevils
with red death wishes. Blue Amazon dinosaurs
block and slow flow. Orange construction cones
brake late summer five o’clock urgency to home.
Iron arches and sandstone brick welcome visitors.
Green texture shades steed as winding entrance
road fills blanks with yellow-eyed daisies, their
smiling faces simple hellos, intros to royal verb-
ena, aster, blushing ninebark, lipstick hibiscus.
Cream marble “big face room” is where we meet.
Jaume Plensa’s Utopia is aptly named, where
familiar, beloved faces reflect shadow, texture.
Large, soft, gentle adults cushion, support the
honey-haired little girl who runs and laughs,
a twinkling star who infuses her light with light
in this special garden, illumine in dark world.
We let her lead the way along, “Terrazzo
aggregate, mother of pearl, and bronze”
Beneath the Leafy Crown, a glass-windowed
artery that branches off into sand-grit arid,
cool, fountain-gurgled Victorian shadowed,
and high-domed misty, humid conservatory
gardens. Trunk that opens into rainbow-
arrayed storied arrangements which no eye
may escape.
I could go on and on, and I have in numerous posts, about Tuesdays spent with family at Frederik Meijer Gardens and Sculpture Park. I decided to stop where we step outside. I hope you follow the two links I’ve put in the poem to see what I’m talking about with two mega works of art that greet us each time we visit. I’m not sure I followed the guidelines directly because I didn’t repeat any color word throughout but used different colors.
Laura is today’s host for dVerse’ Tuesday Poetics. Laura says:
– take one or more literal colours (not a fancy colour name)
– repeat the colour word(s) throughout the poem (e.g. refrain; anaphora, epistrophe)
– use colour synonyms
– employ colour with its specific meaning to the poem’s theme
– let your colour motif(s) also become symbolic
Your poetry style is optional but you may want to experiment with Imagism. If so these are the guidelines:
– Use language of common speech. direct and economical, using common words and phrases.
– Embrace free verse. Disregard poetic meter but rather, focus on the rhythm of your phrases
– Your choice of subject should reflect real life
Tao Talk 
I liked this, Lisa. A true sensory journey in verse, of you making your way to what is obviously an oasis for you and your family.
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Thank you so much, Steve. Yes, it is <3
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You are so lucky to have that magical place to share with your family. (K)
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Yes! And that they make time to spend with me <3
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❤️
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I love the gentle tumble down of colours, images and memories- a delight to read – Jae
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Jae, thanks much.
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I know that had to be fun…I LOVE Beneath the Leafy Crown…really cool and classy looking. You again can make words flow!
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Max, it’s weird to be walking on art and it is considered one piece of art but stretched the length of the main walkway through. Those objects sunk in it are designed for kids to hop along. Thanks much :)
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I loved it…I thought it was so uh…what is the right word? Classy? No… sophisticated…may be the word I was reaching for. I love black and gold together.
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“dull-greystraight, flat, dotted highway pencil draws me.
it draws the reader in too and then takes us on a kaleidoscopic ride with colours flashing past stopping at last for the family warmth and honeyed child.
Lots of visuals Lisa but I do love
“Crotch rocket riders zip between, daredevilswith red death wishes.”
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Laura, thank you. It feels like a travelogue in technicolor to me. I tried to capture the experience in words.
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How beautiful. How blessed you are. Thanks fpr sharing. xo
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Selma, I thank God all day long, every day, for my blessings. “The last of life, for which the first was made.” (Browning)
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What a dreamy description of special times taking us down a path into a special place. You painted your picture in words so descriptive and beautifully, Li! 🩷
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Cindy, glad you enjoyed it, thanks <3
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You’re so welcome, Li!
💓
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Wonderful photos
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Thank you.
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A journey like that is a kaleidoscope of colour which you have captured in Imagist perfection, Li…
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Andrew, very kind of you to say so.
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Lisa, what a beautiful place to spend time with your family and I love the sensory trip through your words🩷
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Ange, it a piece of heaven on earth. Thank you <3
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💕
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This sounds like a wonderful walk in the park
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Bjorn, every one is. I know God’s grace exists because of it. This wretched fool is unworthy.
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I love the colors you chose, and the feeling that emanates from them.
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<3
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This is magical and such a sensory delight! How lovely to have such a place to spend time with the family. ❤️
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It is! We’ve started inviting friends to join us, so it becomes a larger sphere of loveliness. Thank you, Punam.
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That’s wonderful! You are very welcome, Li.
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