Sunday, July 19, 2015

July 19, 2015 The Sunday Whirligig/ Running on Empty -- The Whirl/Returning Home -- Poetry Pantry#261

Running on Empty

black and blue                        and purple all over                 walking in the park

slip my fists into the gloves      hoisting the load                  the curtain rises

the canvases were hung      no movement in the suburbs      locked up tight

the flowers bloom                     sunshine sparkles                  still I wait for you

do you wake on the hour          early morning                        the headlights glow

drive the freeways                daylight breaks                 the light streams through the cracks

my letter to you                               white                         you open it without hesitation

find it was written long ago      at last delivered                      running on empty

July 18, 2015
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Returning Home

when i saw the words                 i smiled                                    tilted my head

and staggered to my desk        it has been a bruising week              sleep evaded me

awake much of the night        i wait for my spirit to catch up          as often happens

after a journey             the 'me' of 'me' seems to go astray                 only by instinct

finds its' way home             slips through the cracks             after looking everywhere

can sometimes be found        in the hamper                                with the dirty clothes

or some other unexpected place          having lost its' way            returning home

July 19, 2015











15 comments:

  1. I love the mood in the first poem, can see that early morning highway.......the letter written long ago at last delivered. Beautiful. I resonate with the second poem as I am getting ready to make a quick trip away and I dont do well out of my own little space. It is so exhausting being away (and I havent even gone yet!) Loved these, my friend.

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    1. Saya sangat bersyukur atas rahmat yg diberikan kepada saya dibulan ini karna alhamdulillah melalui MBAH RAWAIRE saya sekaran sudah bisa sukses atas nomor yg diberikan kepada saya dan saya yg dulunya cuma seorang TKW dari singapur yg gajinya tidak pernah mencukupi kebutuhan keluarga saya dikampun dan alhamdulillah berkat bantuan MBAH RAWAIRE kini saya sudah bisa pulang kampun,saya bersama keluarga dikampun sudah punya usaha sendiri dan saya tidak pernah menyanka kalau saya bisah seperti ini,jika anda ingin seperti saya silahkan hubungi MBAH RAWAIRE di nomor 085-316-106-111...karna alhamdulillah saya menan nomor togel dari MBAH dan kalau uang indonesia 750 juta,,ini bukan rekayasa dari saya dari IBU RISKA.untuk lebih lenkapnya silahkan buka SITUS MBAH RAWAIRE












      Saya sangat bersyukur atas rahmat yg diberikan kepada saya dibulan ini karna alhamdulillah melalui MBAH RAWAIRE saya sekaran sudah bisa sukses atas nomor yg diberikan kepada saya dan saya yg dulunya cuma seorang TKW dari singapur yg gajinya tidak pernah mencukupi kebutuhan keluarga saya dikampun dan alhamdulillah berkat bantuan MBAH RAWAIRE kini saya sudah bisa pulang kampun,saya bersama keluarga dikampun sudah punya usaha sendiri dan saya tidak pernah menyanka kalau saya bisah seperti ini,jika anda ingin seperti saya silahkan hubungi MBAH RAWAIRE di nomor 085-316-106-111...karna alhamdulillah saya menan nomor togel dari MBAH dan kalau uang indonesia 750 juta,,ini bukan rekayasa dari saya dari IBU RISKA.untuk lebih lenkapnya silahkan buka SITUS MBAH RAWAIRE

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  2. That's really interesting to compile the two pieces together, sort of like a bridge between two moments. Nice of you to share and great to see you posting again. Have a happy Sunday and nice week. Greetings!

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  3. pretty cool how you tell both sides of the story in this. Our words have effect, no matter how long they take to get there.

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  4. There is pleasure in being away and pleasure in returning home. It is nice to find the 'me' of 'me' again when one returns to one's familiar space!

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  5. Always good to find "the me of me", even if it is in the hamper with the dirty clothes,

    Elizabeth

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  6. I sense the rush and feel those bruises in the first poem...and then the soft slow walk back to spirit in the second found in the simple chores upon coming home like washing clothes....fabulous!

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  7. This has to be one of my favorites of your poems!! Its incredible :D

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  8. Wonderful words, imagery, arrangement, story-telling, all of it!

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  9. The delight of these poems is the ability to read them normally across the page or even up and down. There is of course much sadness and longing therein but the memories are still precious.

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  10. Beautiful versatility here.

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  11. I like how the pent up soul finds release in the sunshine and the familiar corners become precious after the outing....love both the poems...

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  12. Two beautifully connected pieces..like the internal and external world..our inner voice and what we must say..the places where we truly find comfort..and ourselves...laundry hampers are wonderful places to start the balance all over again xo

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  13. "Running on Empty" speaks to me. I often feel as though I am reading letters written long ago, delivered only recently---and I am none the wiser for the reading.

    Destiny’s Tales

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  14. The second is poem is how I feel if I miss sleep. That somewhere is another me, that can't quite make it to bed.

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