Saturday, February 21, 2009

twilight. (osi)

' twilight art '

ballet of the haves and have-nots
visible and invisible
a darkness tangoes with the light

his chiaroscuro options
let the day's hard earned dollar find
some orange juice or black coffee

each dusk is a glowing art work
but alchemies of poverty
simply convert that gold to coal *.

/original/z.g.

[ED-simply convert his gold to coal *..]
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29 comments:

  1. Jacqueline DoveFebruary 21, 2009 at 11:34 PM

    Wow. This left me wordless.

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  2. Gemma WisemanFebruary 22, 2009 at 12:50 AM

    Love how the painterly words and words from performing arts harmonise and level the gold to coal at twilight! Delightful!

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  3. MandyFebruary 22, 2009 at 1:25 AM

    There seems to be something of a bitter twist to this. Time to try some decaff made with warm milk.

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  4. anthonynorthFebruary 22, 2009 at 1:29 AM

    At first gentle, but becoming powerful towards the end. Alchemy, indeed - in words.

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  5. spacedlawFebruary 22, 2009 at 1:52 AM

    Taht is beautiful and poignant.

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  6. SandyCarlsonFebruary 22, 2009 at 3:02 AM

    Such alchemies are the artwork of ordinary life. Well done!

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  7. JeevesFebruary 22, 2009 at 3:59 AM

    Alchemies of words. This is a very nice poem. Enjoyed reading.

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  8. qualcosa di belloFebruary 22, 2009 at 7:21 AM

    your words remind me of burdens that are amplified in the narrowing light...though they are not devoid of hope for even the simple choice or result is also good

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  9. SavannahFebruary 22, 2009 at 8:05 AM

    I clicked on the flame and found fire ...

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  10. zoya gautamFebruary 22, 2009 at 12:33 PM

    Deborah Godin said...

    " Love the images in Twilight OSI - especially the 'reverse alchemy'! "

    February 22, 2009 10:23 AM

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  11. sgreerpittFebruary 22, 2009 at 2:57 PM

    so many people live in that twilight world, neither officially poor, nor secure (much less affluent); potent poem on a powerful subject.

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  12. PamFebruary 22, 2009 at 3:14 PM

    I really like the messages found in this poem. Thank you for sharing it.

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  13. susanFebruary 22, 2009 at 3:55 PM

    Appreciate the dark twist.

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  14. Andy SewinaFebruary 22, 2009 at 5:03 PM

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  15. Andy SewinaFebruary 22, 2009 at 5:07 PM

    Sorry about above ^

    Very well worded! I like the images here of 'twilight art' and 'alchemies of poverty' Cool!

    The NaisaiKu.. Challenge!

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  16. Beth P.February 22, 2009 at 5:41 PM

    Hi zoya--
    This is something I think about sometimes--how can those who do not have enough to eat or warm themselves and family appreciate beauty or art...I'm sure there is some acknowledgement, but the hunger or cold pains and especially the hunger or cold of one's children, must drown out most other stimuli--

    Thank you for this grounding poem--as always, you bring such important insight--

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  17. floretaFebruary 22, 2009 at 10:08 PM

    i love that you use chiaroscuro!!

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  18. zoya gautamFebruary 23, 2009 at 2:15 AM

    it's surely thanks to u floreta!..

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  19. DeLiFebruary 23, 2009 at 5:36 AM

    whata strong statement...and so true..

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  20. Tumblewords:February 23, 2009 at 12:26 PM

    Poignant and powerfully written. Great job!

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  21. NancyBoyFebruary 23, 2009 at 4:50 PM

    wonderfully trodden line in gold and black

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  22. Bruce MillerFebruary 24, 2009 at 8:51 AM

    marvelous this: the reverse alchemy of the philosophe stoned in his gagged but unbound world |!|

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  23. Tammy BrierlyFebruary 24, 2009 at 10:55 AM

    This was a beautifully crafted piece.

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  24. Geraldine February 24, 2009 at 11:54 AM

    Wow, this is amazing work Zoya. Loved it! Hugs, G

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  25. PattiFebruary 24, 2009 at 2:54 PM

    "a darkness tangoes with the light"- I love this line! And that is what twilight does, doesn't it?

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  26. JimFebruary 25, 2009 at 2:42 AM

    Zoya, I can just see your piece of art now. There is no more seeing of class or status at the end. Memories yes, but then things become blurred and don't matter anymore. Thank you.
    ..

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  27. MaggieFebruary 25, 2009 at 3:30 AM

    Sometimes the working day hours bring what seems to be gold until we go shopping with it and find it is no more than a lump of coal in the pocket as the value of cash keeps losing it`s value.

    You bring the tale of the economy to light in this piece.

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  28. zoya gautamFebruary 25, 2009 at 3:52 PM

    .. many thanks to all of u ..

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  29. mardeFebruary 27, 2009 at 7:52 PM

    'a darkness tangoes with the light' -- love it!

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..namastey!~

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