There is no
memory
quite as clear
as the pale
face swallowed
by fog.
Apple bloom
crushed
on wet pavement.
Rooftops Manchester by Adolphe Valette
An effort to write an imagist poem inspired by the impressionist picture by Adolphe Valette for Magpie Tales
practising for a whole life
dancing with my muse
haikai poetry matters
Running in the slow lane
The view from here ... Or here!
“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” — Albert Einstein
chronicling my quarter life crisis
Now we see through a glass, darkly
rejuvenatement - not retirement
words and scribble.
Björn Rudbergs writings 
So clean and pure!
You said you had a hard time with the imagist prompt but I’m not so sure. You really ran with it. To be able to come up with that using impressionism….wow!
I think I was inspired a lot by Ezra Pound in this one… 🙂 The white petals on a black bough…
That apple bloom really got me. Good stuff.
OMG, how clever! A pale face = apple face! I love that. 🙂
I also like the image of someone’s face being “swallowed” by swallows (birds), but I’m sure that’s not what you meant.
Yup. Nothing hurts like someone saying “no.” I think the fog implies pain in the leaving, and the pavement implies pain in the falling/being crushed. In relationships (and nature), there’s really no eternal life or love. Everyone and everything gets broken and dies in the end.
This is really an outstanding poem. Well done. I too really like this imagism technique.
There is a sense of loss here… I think..
love that apple bloom !!
Brilliant images here, stuck deeply
Its as though the indians appeared out of the mist and scalped the palefaces
very vivid!
Lovely, Bjorn. This prompt seems to be bringing out the finery of all our poets.
I like the mystery of this.
The prompt for images pulls me in, too, but you have a great touch with capturing the photo’s essence, a ‘sense’ and feeling of the pic using few words. You are a skilled poet.
“the pale
face swallowed
by fog.” = perfection.
Pale face swallowed by fog….lovely imagery.
U prolly saw me comments on different blogs … as I saw Urs on different blogs … U prolly one of those “toads” not humble enough 2 comment on my humble poems … anyway … ya … Love, cat.
I’m pretty sure I have commented on yours a few times… sorry for the omission…. 🙂 I mostly comment on every single poem on places I link up to…
fabulous words for this image.
Your effort rises above and beyond, Bjorn! I love its crisp imagery!
Loved the opening lines…the “clear memory” paired with a less-than-clear image. Nice!
Wonderful.
=)
This prompt seems to have worked wonders for the poets! Good!
Loved! So funny!
Apple bloom crushed on wet pavement…oh that captures the colors in the painting so well…
This is so melancholy – a vivid moment, a radiant thing: spent.