rain muffles the noises
of the heavy shrouded dawn
the city unfolds slowly,
tentatively,
as cars whoosh water in the wake
of the bursting clouds
blackness dissolves into spectral mist
the spots of windowlight disappear
colorless facades take their place
as the horizon shifts
the sense of yesterday lingers
like a pause waiting
between opposing forces
for one or the other
to tip the wheel around
today becomes a space
reserved for nothing
empty of ambition
of any sense
of being connected
pull the covers up
close your eyes
For dVerse MTB, hosted by Grace, where the poetic device is imagery.
K. 
very neat texturing on your artwork and pulling up covers and closing one’s eyes is a good idea
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Thanks Jade. Rain always makes me want to hunker down.
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You’re welcome.
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great description of the dull drabness of a city … pulling the covers up, especially in winter, would be my response too
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Thanks Kate. Its much easier getting up in summer with the birds, who are singing even when it rains.
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so true, take care … guessing you must be in a city for a reason
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I love the city. Somehow I just fit.
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that’s all that matters and I’m sure it has other artists to support and inspire you 🙂
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This poem perfectly describes the unfolding of a rainy, dank morning
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Thanks Robbie.
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I could feel the grey day unfold as I read this. Fantastic personification and on such a day I too would be tempted to stay in bed!
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Thanks Ingrid. Very easy to hide under the covers. But in reality I always try to get up early, however tempting it feels.
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This feels like the soul of lockdown speaking. It would be so easy to stay in that bed! Your artwork, as ever, adds richness.
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Thanks Sarah. In these strange times it feels that way often in the middle of the day as well…
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Your poem took me back to rainy London streets, Kerfe, when I would happily pull the covers over my head. I love the way the ‘rain muffles the noises / of the heavy shrouded dawn’ and ‘spots of windowlight disappear / colorless facades take their place / as the horizon shifts’ – you’ve captured it perfectly. And back then the sense of yesterday did linger. Living in the country now, each new day seems to be washed clean.
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Thanks Kim. These days I can’t separate yesterday from today or even tomorrow. I wonder if we will ever return to linear time, or even if we should.
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pull the covers up
close your eyes
It is attesting to the sense of rest leisure and even laziness and frustration brought by the lockdown as many are now saddled with. Love the slow-moving sense of time, K!
Hank
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Thanks Hank. Time does seem slower on a grey day.
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Beg your pardon, Hank is kaykuala
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This is such a perfect slice of life, Kerfe!
It made me think of Dr. Seuss’s I am NOT going to get up today children’s book, which my daughter loves –
Shabbat Shalom,
David
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Thanks David. How wonderful to be compared to Dr. Seuss! And may we all enjoy a week of peace.
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‘the sense of yesterday lingered’
I love that. It does, always, as a sort of threat or encouragement.
The painting is gorgeous, makes me think of a grey morning on a beach.
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Thanks Jane. These days yesterday lingers into tomorrow as well.
It’s an old painting. I haven’t been painting much lately, mostly doing collage. Painting is much harder, and I need more psychic space than I have right now.
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I can understand that. Painting is expansive and the cutting and sorting of collage I can imagine is much closer, something to be done at a table under a bright electric light.
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Exactly. I was remembering how I actually did that painting on the floor.
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The gestures are as much a part of it as the brush strokes, I imagine.
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A perfect word picture of a gray morning and unfolding day. Good morning to pull up the covers for another fifteen minutes of cozy warm!
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Thanks Beverly. Indeed it is!
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Your poem is exemplary. Your artwork is fantastic. How lucky you are to be so gifted at each endeavor. Kim noted the many lines I liked of your superb wordsmanship.
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Thanks Glenn. I do consider myself an artist first, but my poetry is improving–thanks in part to the dVerse community.
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Awesome imagery!!!!!
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Thanks Helen.
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Pulling up the covers on these days we’re having never a bad choice
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It does seem that way sometimes.
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Some days feel exactly like that… maybe it’s a good thing to have meetings scheduled.
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Yes we often need a motivation…
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Such exquisite artwork 😀 I love the use of colour here and the image; “the sense of yesterday lingers.” Yes! 💝
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Thanks Sanaa.
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