Greyness Lifting

Written for:  dVerse Poets Pub - Poetics: 
The Charms of Samuel Greenberg  (posted by Laura Bloomsbury)

"Searching for inspiration for this Poetics prompt, I first fell upon Rimbaud which led me to Hart Crane who surreptitiously resurrected an “impoverished, proto-surrealist poet, who never published a word in his life“.1 That was Samuel Greenberg (1893-1917), to whom Crane gave the epithet ‘the embryo Rimbaud’ and from whom he plagiarised/ lifted/ rewrapped a large number of lines and imagery from Greenberg’s writings.

“His favorite word for what he sought in poetry was “charm,” and this poem reads like a charm bracelet on which Greenberg has dangled some tantalising ‘duologues’. Here are some others from that poem:-

Dim Accuracy; Candle salve; Consumed moon;
Eyes jealousy; Fouls deviation; Grey life;
Hearts brow; Lucid farrows; Nulling marrows;
Painted mirth; Pale heat; Palmed rose;
Pearls from tissue; Pellucid quest; Royal flesh;
Skulls of saints; Slime pigments; Spiritual songs;
Solitudes wish; Times chant; Yellow dreams;

"Your challenge is to take FIVE (no more or less) from these 21 ‘charms’ and string them together in a poem with style and word length of your choosing."


A grayness in my life
consumed even the moon.
You happened by, and painted
my life with mirth, yellow
dreams of daffodils.  In quiet
times, I hear the faint chant
of chimes.  Gray days fade
like morning fog.

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I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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2 Responses to Greyness Lifting

  1. All Greenberg’s surrealist charms – angry, angular – melt into this charming piece. “In quiet
    times, I hear the faint chant / of chimes” is lovely.

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