What the fox sees flenses my vision from the screen:
Airplanes and fence nails the color of stars in a cold night
Moonlight saturated with sunlight, tinted of eternity
Forces and matter bent and woven, dipped in this second and
Wrung out--
Constellations moving with the breath of the city
And forever, over the fenceline in a glance and me
Fox-lit in the darkness.
Sharing this morning with The Sunday Muse and Poets and Storytellers United on a cold January morning that promises to become Spring in just a few hours. :) Wishing you a wonderful new year.
-- Chrissa
Happy new year and may this year be poetic for all of us!
ReplyDeleteWe all see through different eyes trying to grasp the moment. It is going to be unseasonable warm here today. Spring for a day what will it bring?
ReplyDeleteI'm hoping for a little winter sprinkled in, but that seems unlikely. At least the basil is surviving.
DeleteI had to look up the meaning of flenses. I am adding that word to my vocabulary! Like the foxes eyes, I am marvelling at the movement between, what the fox sees and my vision. Airplanes and fence nails, moonlight and sunlight, force and matter. And how in the end the fox sees in the darkness.
ReplyDeleteI'm always curious how different the world looks to foxes (and dogs). What clarity one might give up for less color...
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ReplyDeleteI am totally stealing this word. :)
DeleteAirplanes and fence nails, the farfetch-ness of this image grabbed me and held me to a WOW!
ReplyDeleteHAPPY NEW YEAR CHRISSA, thanks for dropping by my blog today
Much❤🌷❤love
The contrasts in your poem, just like the two colored eyes... the fence-nails looking like stars is really a stunning image...
ReplyDeleteI love so much about this poem Chrissa!! I will add to Ron's wonderful word...visiblicious! This poem is a visual journey of darkness in light in a way no poet has spoken before! Brilliant writing my friend! 🤩
ReplyDelete"Fox-lit"...how brilliant! I love the wildness of this poem and the primal attunement to what is. Really, a new favourite of mine.
ReplyDeleteI like the imagery here. Interesting thought - to see the world through the eyes of a fox, to see the contrasting light from a different perspective.
ReplyDeleteAll right, I might've just fallen in love with the line "Fox-lit in the darkness."
ReplyDeletePerceptive and very interesting read.
ReplyDeleteI love the sharp and startling opening to this piece. I remembered the definition of the word "flenses" from a book I read as a kid, and damn that's a heck of a hook. This piece demands attention and it delivers some intense imagery.
ReplyDeleteLove, love, love!!💝 This is especially gorgeous: "Airplanes and fence nails the color of stars in a cold night." Wow!!
ReplyDeleteYour imagery is stunning and unexpected and that is a "love" in my book!
ReplyDeleteWonderful imagery in this! Animals do see differently, don't they?
ReplyDeleteFLENCES! and then the FENCEline. Sweet wordplay in an otherworldly poem: What fox eyes see in fox light is so much more than I can.
ReplyDeleteAnother magical write!
ReplyDeleteI had to look up flenses too - and now I know!
ReplyDeleteAnd your words indeed are a wonderful magical write.
Anna :o]
Really like this: "Moonlight saturated with sunlight, tinted of eternity" -- a wonderful image, and I think that indeed moonlight IS composed all of the sunlight of the day before it all just fades away with the wonderful tint resplendent of eternity.
ReplyDeleteI especially love your closing line, being fox-lit in the darkness.
ReplyDeleteWhat we see and how we are seen can be a world of difference. I love all the normal things visible to light are transformed by moonlight. Love this poem!
ReplyDelete"flenses"...what a word. It's always a treat to see what you will come up with.
ReplyDeleteWow! "Fox-lit in the darkness" - Love this, Chrissa!
ReplyDelete"fence nails the color of stars"... they do watch us and we have no idea!
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