Friday, September 4, 2015

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Arthur Wesley Dow, "Moon in the Trees" (1910)
from Studio Matters art blog


THE SLEEPY STREET
Within the three o'clock hour,
Framed in the dark before dawn,
The heavy rumble of garbage trucks,
Strays across the canvas of waning night;
Sometimes the voices of men, loading
Bags into the trucks, spill out into the silence;
House dogs remain hushed they know the routine,
Such noises pose no threat to their families,
But then the interlude of quiet,
Dapples once more the sleepy street,
Lulled in pre dawn slumber,
Awaiting the first distant strains of bird songs;
A large lamp like moon may hover,
Depending on the phase of counted days.
© gillena cox


Written for
(NON-) Fireblossom Friday: Finding the Right Tone
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads

The challenge: to create a poem, prose poem or piece of microfiction (less than 150 words) with 'no under drawing,' by taking an idea, a place, a person, an event or a mood, and quickly fleshing out a portrait of it in a blur of words. Use language to mass light and dark verbal 'tones' and build up your poem in dashes of description and image. The end result should be something immediate but 'misty' which gets its effect primarily through visualization.

And Also Linking to
Open Link Night #154

28 comments:

  1. I think you've met the challenge wonderfully. You've massed the details of dark and light and sound into the t'ones' of the wee hours.

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  2. I've been on that street before. Beautifully rendered.

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  3. Even in the dead of night the street is full of life.

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    1. Thanks for dropping in Bjorn

      Much love...

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  4. So much happens while most people are asleep!

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    1. Thanks for dropping in Mary

      Much love...

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  5. The night is alive while I am sleeping peacefully, smiles ~ Thanks for linking up Gillena ~

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    1. Happy you dropped in Grace

      Much love...

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  6. Like all the sounds wandering into your poem! Nicely done!

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  7. You have definitely done exactly as the challenge asked--written a vivid impression of a time and its events in a visual presentation---there is an intimacy in that routine in the darkness, its prosaic reality contrasting with the almost magical darkness of the hour. Thanks for participating!

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    1. Thank you for your appreciation Hedgewitch

      Much love...

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    2. Thank you for your appreciation Hedgewitch

      Much love...

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    3. Thank you for your appreciation Hedgewitch

      Much love...

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  8. You put me on that street! Enjoyed.

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    1. Kolembo, thanks for dropping in to read mine

      much love...

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  9. I love the use of, "dappled" and the contrast of the sound and silence...beautiful write, Gillena.

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  10. you've elevated the mundane and necessary into art, here, Gillena ~

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    1. Thanks for your appreciation Grapeling

      Much love...

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  11. I agree with grapeling...you have painted mundane with an artist's brush

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  12. Ah the rut.. the routine
    of garbage routes..
    oh.. the sanitation
    the clean
    a savior
    comes..
    Longer
    Lives
    facilitate by
    Sanitation
    Love.. HanDling
    garbage with
    Living breath..
    yes.. science of
    sanitation in play
    heals more people
    than all doctors
    in A world.. a
    Dump of prevention
    aLways best cure
    for ills to come..:)

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    1. Thanks for dropping on Kate

      Much love...

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