Tuesday, June 9, 2015

Poets United/A Piece of Yarn--Imaginary Gardens with Real Toads

A Piece of Yarn

i opened the door      startled a pair of fly catchers      they flew in unison

a perfect circle... then another           before they flew skyward


i ride my weary steed across rough ground             we travel south

the sun already high in the sky... sunrise /sunset how quickly go the days...


these words follow me                     reminding me of their truth

is this the little boy at play      i don't remember growing older       when did you

it seems only yesterday you were small                    then... you went away

another summer/fall/winter/spring                    happiness & tears

one season following another          i did not think i could bear

 yet loneliness & sorrow stand          they are my companions

 i am learning to accept them...


sunrise/sunset                                                 swiftly fly the years

blue pavilions rise on the horizon...                     how to keep all that is past

is it like a piece of yarn          wound on a spool                  to be unwound later

to read the words written there                          weave into the fabric that is my life

dry the tears of yesterday...                      follow the scattered bread crumbs home

June 9, 2015





25 comments:

blogoratti said...

Timelessness, illusion, pain, change, freedom, and memories...some of the things I sensed in this wonderful piece. Well done!

Sanaa Rizvi said...

A timeless quality runs through this beautiful poem..!
Well penned :D

X said...

I am glad that you are learning to walk with those companions. I dont know if there will ever be a time without them. They sure do grow up fast, and our time with them so fleating. It is hard to believe my boys are as old as they are. One in middle school now, and that will be over before you know it.

Glenn Buttkus said...

At times, life seems to be just a rapid series of blinks, gulps, & deep breaths, punctuated by a bridge of sighs. 6 grandchildren cluster around, reminding us that three daughters that became wives & mothers are now thirty-something.OMG, during which blink did that happen?

Grace said...

Hi Annell,

This is a lovely poem but it doesn't fit the prompt over at D'verse ~ I will be removing the link at D'verse but feel free to link up another poem with a focus on black and white ~ Thanks ~

Susan said...

And at home I am certain you'll find the fiddler on your roof helping you to sing your memories. Time flies. You say it much better in your poem--Time weaves and unravels and weaves again.

Marian said...

I don't remember growing older/when did you
Gah, for sure. For sure.

cosmos cami said...

First time visiting. Your art work is amazing!
I love the visual form of your poetry.

Vandana Sharma said...

Time flies in a jiffy................

Old Egg said...

It is so hard to follow those breadcrumbs home when we know that we are traveling in the opposite direction. No wonder those tears fall so freely.

alan1704 said...

blue pavilions rise on the horizon... Love this line it really makes you feel time. Great emotion

Jae Rose said...

Time is a knot - full of emotions and experiences and places...most importantly people...it unravels easily..all too quickly and chaotically and yet perhaps when we find home we can best deflect the sorrows and loneliness...a beautiful tapestry of words xo

Sumana Roy said...

sunrise and sunset, both the images work so brilliantly to weave this yarn of joy, sorrow, flux and everything that life is....

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

This poem seems to encompass a whole life!

Susan said...

Still amazing on second reading!

humbird said...

Love the idea of piece of yarn, to follow, reminded me a "Fiddler on the roof", song "Sunset/sunrise"....enjoyed very much!

Mary said...

Yes, sunrise/sunset - the years march on; and it seems they march faster as time moves on. And indeed we see children getting older...but we are sometimes amazed at our own aging until we look in the mirror. I was moved by the tears &following the breadcrumbs home.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Back from Mid Week for another wonderful read....I so resonate with this poem - the passage of time - how quickly the little boy becomes a man.........."sunrise, sunset, swiftly fly the years". That's for sure. Beautifully done, my friend. One of your best.

Myrna R. said...

This is so beautiful and very sad, especially the reference to the little boy. I am sure your grief is very much your companion at times. My heart is with you. You've written something exquisite here.

purba chakraborty said...

"i don't remember growing older when did you" ~ Such beautiful depiction of human life...we just move along with time.. summer/fall/winter/spring come back again and again...
Loved the depth of the poem. A beautiful piece of work. :)

thotpurge said...

Follow the bread crumbs home...that's a strong line that wraps up the mood of the poem so well.

rhymeswithbug said...

This deserves a reread - several. well done.

Kim Nelson said...

Those flycatchers... we learn a lot from them, by watching and following their patterns of flight and alight.

C.C. said...

Love the bread crumb reference.

G L Meisner said...

Memories are easy to pick up and hard to lay back down.