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I awaken to graphite skies and rain
trickling down foggy window panes
dripping from lacy yellow green leaves
of the weeping mesquite tree
Caught in this state of ambedo~
The beauty of solitude is profound
life’s eggshell fragile mystery abounds
when trying to grasp the tangibleness
All that you find is elusive emptiness
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
dVerse Poetics: Bridges
Author’s note: Day 27 of National Poetry Writing Month
I had not heard the word ambedo before, but after googling it I realize that you had described it perfectly in your poem
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Thank you Bjorn!
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It’s as if you exploded the word and gave it meaning, Linda! I love the phrase ‘life’s eggshell fragile mystery’.
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Thank you, Kim!
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Such melancholy wistfulness! You really described ambedo here.
“life’s eggshell fragile mystery” is a wonderful phrase.
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Thank you Merril.
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You’re welcome!
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You took my breath away with this one, Linda! Such beautiful, beautiful use of language 😀 especially; “life’s eggshell fragile mystery.” Sigh 💝💝
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Thank you Sanaa. 💖
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Thank you for teaching me a new word Linda! Sometimes those moments of solitude are so beautiful, as your words show.
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You’re welcome. It’s from the dictionary of Obscure Sorrows and it was art of the prompt on NaPoWriMo today. Thank you!
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I love the vivid sensory images that express the external, bridge the appreciation for it with a trancelike state that takes you inward. Skillfully conveyed and like your nebulous conclusion, Linda.
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Thank you Lisa.
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You’re welcome.
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I won’t mention the eggshell imagery except to say that I agree with and amplify all the previous positive comments.
I also had to go Googling “Ambedo” (after I read this outstanding piece) and then I had to come back and read it 3 more times, trying to truly appreciate its greatness.
YOWZA!
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Thank you kindly Ron.
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The imagery here is truly powerful. Wow!
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Thank you!
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The poem is beautifully moving. I specially love the second stanza best, starting with: The beauty of solitude is profound.
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Thank you Grace.
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The bridge let’s us journey further into the moment and how I now love the word “ambedo” 👏👏
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Thank you.
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From the weather outside to the solitude inside, this is a great poem.
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Thank you Dwight.
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You are welcome Linda.
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the ambience of ambedo you bottled up so well in these rhyming lines Linda – thanks for another word to add to the lexicon
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My pleasure! Thank you Laura.
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Excellent Linda!
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This lovely Puente needs to attached to every definition of “ambedo.” It encapsulates it perfectly.
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Thank you!
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Beautifully evoked ❤
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Thank you.
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You’re very welcome
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Ditto exactly what Bjorn said! I especially like these descriptive words “graphite skies and rain
trickling down foggy window panes” Graphite is the perfect word for some of the gray gray rainy days….and so much more effective than the word “gray”!
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Thank you!
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