Sunday, June 12, 2011

Sunday June 12, 2011 Undercaws/Poets United/ Carry on Tuesday/ Writers Island

Prior to visiting the new site today
I was suffering the loss of the wordle
I could see the words dance
Across the polished floor
Challenging the current champions
Beginning with the complicated
Steps of the tango
Tangled into Spanish music
They were comfortable with steps
Worked out in practice
They knew no restrictions
Guided by their intuition
Limited only by their imaginations
They envisioned the celebration
Of their win
Toasting with cocktails
It would all be child's play


Carry on Tuesday prompt, "slipping through my fingers"
Writers Island prompt #271, "the next step"
Poets United/poetry pantry

Your Return
I am not here
As often as I like
But when I am gone
And you can't see me
I am not far away
Stacking blocks
Sewing disparate pieces together
Finding meaning
Scooping up rays
Gathering wool in the rain

I often think of you
The mystery you weave
Understanding impossible
I hold out my hand
Which holds a small blue bird
An offering, a gift
Still I search for
The two small boxes
Filled with sand
For building castles
Stored carefully
Until your return

I hold the pink sand
In my hands
It slips through my fingers
On second thought
I had no hold at all
Never really held
The glistening sand
Only heard the happy earth voices
And knew them
By the words
Tossed about on the wind

The next step will only be
One in a continuum
Of steps taken
In a world so brilliant
I shade my eyes
My lashes rest on
My wet cheeks

I will continue my search
Always looking
Often in the same place
More than once
Never finding
What I know is here
Right here
Even held it once
But it also
Slipped through my fingers
Falling somewhere
I slide my fingers into the cracks
I feel warm flesh
Which I caress gently
And remember I await
Your return


LeiffyV said...

Very interesting piece, the wanting and searching woven in with the pain and desire makes for a nice little tapestry (at least for me). I could be looking at it the wrong way (which is possible) but still, this was grand indeed. Thanks for sharing!

Mary said...

A very poignant poem, Annell. So much to think about. We cannot really hold on to things. They slip through our minds, our hearts, our hands. In the end we have memories which urge us on, to take the next step somewhere searching for what is here, now. And awaiting the return.

Old Raven said...

I found this to be exceptionally beautiful. And certainly most universal in emotion.

Berowne said...

Powerful, moving...

Andy said...

A very thought-provoking piece...not being able to hold on to something...then waiting for its return.

Somewhat nostalgic I'd say.

signed...bkm said...

Oh yes, now time slips through our finger, your metaphors are wonderful Annell, the wet lash on a cheek the pink sand in a we try to hard to hold on to times that held such meaning for us....and so we should...lovely..bkm

erin said...

did my comment go by the wayside? durnabit, blogger!~

i had said, cascading and fluid, these times never ceasing, never completely held, never completely gone either, or something like that. i know i said, lovely.


flaubert said...

Love your wordled poem,Annell.


LauraX said...

love your wordle dance annelle!

ds said...

No, it all slips through, doesn't it. Beautiful, flowing just like the sand, and haunting, too.
Thank you.

Rinkly Rimes said...

Lovely words. You wove the wordle into something unified.

Jingle Poetry said...

What a thrill to land on your amazing poetry land.
Come sharing your poetry with us today,
First time participants are welcome sharing 1 to 3 random poems or poems unrelated to our theme.

Hope to see you linked in.
Happy Tuesday!

David said...

The Carry On Tuesday piece evokes some beautiful imagery. Thanks for sharing it with us, I thoroughly enjoyed it.

Elizabeth said...

Loved the tangled dance in the first one, but the second one is haunting Annell. There is longing with acceptance. No tango here, but a beautiful slow waltz that graces each life it encounters.


Amanda Moore said...

You photo of Taos is gorgeous Annell. I loved your wordle I love doing them this one did not look was you worked yours quite nicely. Your Carry on Tuesday is very moving, So sad and coming to terms with how life is how those sands can never be held, just wonderful!

Andy McDonald said...

Emotion cries out in this piece. A real work of written art.