Sunday, August 11, 2013

August 11, 2013 Sunday Whirl #121 Life's Mystery



wallow, circle, illuminate, scatter, striking, race
concrete, hitch, incentive, strain, pounding, stark



Life's Mystery

I sit alone in the dark
The image illuminates
Before me
A loud crash
I quickly turn around
I see nothing out of order
How can that be

With pounding heart
I fly to you
Circle mesas
And fields
Race across oceans
And like a butterfly
Touch down
Gently
Near you
Put away my wings

The morning sky
Still dark
I blow
On your ear
Let you know
I am here
Life is full of mystery

I go
To the written word
Draw pictures in the sand
Slip below the waves
All is stark naked
The sun dries
The salt water
Sand crusts
On skin

A picnic for
The walrus
And the carpenter
Come close
Let me whisper
To you
The answer is obvious
The incentive clear
Explains nothing
For a mystery has
No answer
For if one is found
The mystery disappears

Note:  Today there are more words than I can use?  But enjoyed working with some of them.

12 comments:

  1. love how you become the mystery itself. and your size. ha! this is the great joke, isn't it, how we think of things in relation to what we know, big, little, silent, loud, light, darkness. and yet the whole is embodied in a blade of grass, a butterfly, a brushing against the skin:)))

    xo
    erin

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  2. A pensive, lovely piece. I love this, the crowning moment of your poem:
    "a mystery has
    No answer
    For if one is found
    The mystery disappears."

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  3. I like the bird-like image here. Also the mystery staying a mystery!

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  4. Here's another thought: Without mystery, life would be boringly predictable.

    A Short Whirl

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  5. How very pretty,Annell. I love the second stanza, it stood out to me. I didn't use all of the words, only 7 myself.

    Pamela

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  6. I spent all day trying to find a way to use all of the words, then just before posting, realized I'd left one out and had to go back and make a space for it. Love the imagery you created.

    Elizabeth

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  7. Your poem feels loose and free and that's why I liked it so much. It coils and then uncoils rapidly. I especially liked this stanza;

    "I go
    To the written word
    Draw pictures in the sand
    Slip below the waves
    All is stark naked
    The sun dries
    The salt water
    Sand crusts
    On skin"

    Many thanks.

    Greetings from London.

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  8. I love the flow of this, Annell, and the message. No, a mystery never has an answer...so true. Never thought about it quite this way, but so true.

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  9. The story of the Walrus and Carpenter gripped me!! Now that made me peer further 'Through the looking glass' These wonderful creatures are a threatened species and need protection themselves now!!Only if Alice hears it out!! ;)

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  10. Beautiful poem, Annell. Love the mention of the walrus and carpenter!

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