A Quilted Nature

[JamesC]

The second installment.

A Quilted Nature

Patchworks of flavours boil to the surface
as cemented grey melds into garnished green.
A surface blessed with rustic radiance,
unfolds whilst addressing its creases.

Smells sensually seduce as we
fall deeper into the dampest dew.
Blossoms of sound engulf the air,
as knitted nature skips a stitch.

As farms are folded firmly over
the mountains hoisted heavenly high.
Rivers reproach and run along
into soaked streams of separation.

Finally we reach the crested crease
ironed into the infinity on high.
The world a view as the horizon
halo’s the sun of scorched serenity.

[PrinceMyshkin]

I was in trouble with this right from the beginning, with that "patchwork...boils." I couldn't imagine it nor could I imagine you imagining it and you continued in that way, hotting up every image, virtually every noun so that I felt I was being wrestled to the ground rather than being presented with a poetic concept I could follow from beginning to end.

[JamesC]

I do like boils, but maybe seeps would be a better way starting the first stanza?

Patchworks of flavours seep to the surface

[JamesC]

I was inspired today to write another, after walking past a war memorial.

Everlasting Remembrance

Created out of the courage of the countless,
Overtures of inspiration in marvellous majesty,
Untarnished, unchanged by time and tempest,
Respectful whilst righteous in resilience,
Anguish and agony etched for All to see,
Guarded by those promoted to posthumous Glory,
Everlasting Reverence for all eternity.

[everyadventure]

I actually liked this poem. "Boils" didn't feel out of place to me, because I envisioned a big iron pot, boiling the cotton fabric to shrink it before it's sewn. Anyone who has looked out a plane window at farm fields below has thought of a quilt... I liked how you used this metaphor. My favorite line is "as knitted nature skips a stitch."

And I'd be curious to know whether this was intentional, but this metaphor feels like it has a third, somewhat erotic layer. "Sensually seduce," and "skips a stitch" makes you hold your breath for a moment.... "folded firmly over," "hoisted heavenly high," "soaked streams," "crested..." All tied up in this image of a quilt. Maybe I'm totally off on that?

In any case, this poem worked for me on many levels. Maybe because I'm a quilter :)

[Delta40]

I associated flavours with food and patchwork with material. This rather put the boil aspect out for me. However, you do write in a rich fashion and I am pleasurably, but without knowing why, moved by the piece.