Thursday, September 16, 2010

My Process


Drip silver, Labradorite, jasper and Moonstone
Floating effortlessly in a dangled embrace
Feldspar graces my page
Yet fabrication eludes me.

Earthly gifts purchased
Berthed there by circumstance
Bone, plant, mineral
Glorified for its chatoyance.

Unfruitful concentrated gaze
Purpose foiled still
Thwarted by a crevasse
Veiled with foggy vision.

A dream promises purpose
Eventual envisage be known
Inspiration awakens
Time entombed.

Not one breath taken
Until its completion.

25 comments:

kathew said...

Nice post-I especially like the last 6 lines.

Tumblewords: said...

A provocative read! Enjoyed it!

Rae said...

I so relate to this one!! Good job Kristen!

Reflections said...

Nice mag - especially like 'Inspiration awakens Time entombed' - deep.

Thank you for following me and checking out my tales... would be happy to do the same.

Abhilasha-The Desire said...

The closing six lines are really good... Nice Mag !!!

Priyanka Bhowmick said...

beautiful

willow said...

Lovely earthy little piece!

senderupwords said...

Great diction and word play here. Nice Magpie. Love and Light, Sender

Myrna R. said...

Very nice post. I too enjoyed the last six lines the most.

Thanks for following my blog. I look forward to getting to know you.

Gabriela Abalo said...

A very nice post. Great read.

Thanks for visiting my blog.

loveNlight
Gabi

JeffScape said...

You did it to me, too! I had to look up "chatoyance."

Oh, and... no e? On breath?

Kristen Haskell said...

Jeff thanks I did not catch that e.

Marilyn said...

Very well written (I have to admit that I needed to refer to my dictionary once or twice) - I love your words "Earthly gifts purchased
Berthed there by circumstance"
Thanks so much for visiting my blog and your comments.

~T~ said...

Ah, the immensity and beauty of geologic time! Nice.

ocdbloggergirl said...

Very different imagery, great flow!

Brian Miller said...

nice. your storng close brings this one home well..nice mag!

Jim Swindle said...

You make me realize how little I know of rocks and minerals. I'll think of chatoyance the next time I pass the big, beautiful rock with luminous stripes that's on display where I work.

Deborah said...

Wonderful!

chiccoreal said...

Dear Kristen: This poem has the semi-precious references at the beginning all built up then all life's goodies collect and end. There is the fullness of the hourglass and the emptiness. Your poem takes us on this journey of promise and happy to note "Not one breath taken". The promise is still here until "completion". Yes, this is positively Excellent!

Janice said...

Wonderfully flowing words...

Annie said...

I would love to be inside the writers head (that would be YOU) and get a glimpse of the true meaning of these inspired images you leave here and how they may connect.

Bloggin'withAmanda said...

it sounds like the musings during the creation of a piece your working on? Lovely and eloquent!

Lydia said...

Unfruitful concentrated gaze.. - that is an interesting phrase. I love the way you worked your stone/rock art knowledge into this poem.

Anonymous said...

Great writing! I wish you could follow up to this topic??

Domingo

Anonymous said...

Possibly the greatest topic I read all month??