the sky is suddenly monet

October 26, 2009 at 6:46 pm | Posted in poetry, writing | 27 Comments
Tags: poetry, writing

begins beneath the solar plexus
wherein the sun is lurking

ripples building outward tumbling then
like joyous sky flower bouquets bursting
bouncing out and over Rageous dancing

envibratising atmosphere
setting dual merriments
to impossible imbobblements

a jigglement
a bubblement
of gigglings intoxicant

this fantastical array my dear
has turned the sky monet

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That is a perfectly lovely image and rhyme and giggliness on a Monday morning. I need to read it fourteen times, I think… set me up for the day.

Comment by Narnie— October 26, 2009 #
Oh Paul, what a perfect, bouncing, colourburst of a poem! Love it.

Comment by Simonne— October 26, 2009 #
words sweet as honey

Comment by Queen of the Universe— October 27, 2009 #
brushstrokes, pigment and light, bright declaration in favorite native tongue, th sky is monet like gaugin telling it, i am amazed and so ditto ditto ditto the above and beyond wonderful

Comment by tipota— October 27, 2009 #
Oh this is just so beautiful. Thank you for making my day.

Comment by cocoyea— October 27, 2009 #
This is a delightful impressionistic viewpoem of the sky through the eyes of a happy person…

Comment by Ana— October 27, 2009 #
A ping-pong of colour

Comment by breathenoah— October 27, 2009 #
is this about sex again?! you’re going to have to post ratings next to the titles soon
I don’t really like to say what they are about, Samantha. All interpretations are correct because the poem is not the arrangements of words on the page but the event in the reader’s mind. However the reader responds in fine by me. But this one did begin life as a poem about giggling and its effect on certain anatomies of great lusciousness. And the idea that we live in a particularly prudish society.

Comment by Samantha— October 27, 2009 #
Pure gingatao! Fantastical indeed – another one for the cork board in the office. When’s the next book coming out – I need to send relatives the cream of poetry for Christmas and gingatao is top of my list.
I was just talking about the next book this morning, Gabrielle. It’s underway. I’m looking for a freelance editor. I still haven’t worked out this ‘answering all the comments thingy’. But I figure if I answer the ones that are questions and then just do a big thankyou! for all the the compliments at the end, that will be alright?

Comment by Gabrielle Bryden— October 27, 2009 #
Atmospherical Monet is so wonderful a meteorological phenomenon! and into poetry too, how lovely.

Comment by Aletha— October 27, 2009 #
I’m going to read it out loud and dance to it. Perfect.

Comment by calliopespen— October 27, 2009 #
“A jigglement, a bubblement” and I’m smiling out loud! 🙂

Comment by psychobillygirl— October 27, 2009 #
Smiling here too…almost expect you to jump & click your heels together. 🙂

Comment by Tina— October 27, 2009 #
Wow… this was fun. thankyou! 🙂

Comment by littlegirlwithabigpen— October 27, 2009 #
This leaves quite an impression. 🙂 Mentioning Claude was a triumphant ending.

Comment by Val— October 28, 2009 #
Wow! Thankyou everybody. Comments drifting down like a shower of stars, like soft rain on a summer day. It is such a joy to write for wonderful readers.

Comment by Paul Squires— October 28, 2009 #
And one more: this is beautiful, musical, and i love it.

Comment by harmonie22— October 28, 2009 #
Ooooh, this one made me break out in shivers of delight. You have painted a picture with your words.

Comment by Thomma Lyn— October 30, 2009 #
My goodness, you’ve gone and done it again and floored me with your creative written talent. If I could steal some words and keep them forever in my heart I would choose these, ‘this fantastical array my dear has turned the sky monet’. My goodness is about all I feel capable of saying… INCREDIBLE Paul!

Comment by Tracey— October 30, 2009 #
In agreement with the 19 above, I love this rageous imbobblement of yours.
long may you imbobble

Comment by Marshall Stacks— October 30, 2009 #
Beautiful Mister Squires. I am loving the picture painted in my mind’s eye.

Comment by SarahA— October 31, 2009 #
seems to me that you have accomplished~ what the advice was given.
you made an ordinary life interesting.
I liked the reading.

Comment by ghost— November 4, 2009 #
oops so sorry- the comment was to go on the article above this.

Comment by ghost— November 4, 2009 #
Whenever I come to your blog, I am stunned.
I find myself sitting mute and still and stunned – almost afraid to read the next post because it might be even more dazzling.
Dazzled by words, that’s me. Dazzled by so much creativity, such verbose verve that I must prepare my brain, my emotions, for the next punch.

Tiny miracles indeed bloom here.

Comment by Patrice— November 7, 2009 #
very playful & gigglicious

love especially the title (brilliant) and the closing (double brilliant)

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