Sunday, May 1, 2016

May 1, 2016 The Sunday Whirl -- Sunday's Whirligig/ A Dazzling Turth -- Poets United Poetry Pantry

A Dazzling Truth

a dazzling truth                  hard to find                     truth subjective

personal                      what is true for you                may not be true for me

and what is true for me    maybe not be true for you      grace is what i asked for

number one on my christmas list          and maybe yellow scrambled silken eggs

transformed by fire           shimmering on a purple place      the plate of knowing

that speaks to the table      words plain                        forthright



words of the father       a simple prayer                        gratitude expressed

we learned it all             in childhood                            after the black of night

dreams or nightmares    comes the light of a new day   in the land of the living

the dawn breaks            like the shell of the egg            the morning slides out

whisked into another page      white before me             all possibilities are here



the yearning continues    and maybe always will           something beyond myself

beyond my own skin       a boundless place                   from the window

i can see                           the world transformed            snow fell in the nightmares

and fell on this land         mesas and mountains              the sky still grey

a magic moment              is it true you asked                  for who i answer

my truth alone                 just two years ago                    the shell broken

i awoke in a new place   the snow continues                my own personal story

May 1, 2014






14 comments:

Sherry Blue Sky said...

So beautiful........a beautiful reflection on one's own truth........so moving "two years ago....the shell broken....I awoke in a new place."

Donna@LivingFromHappiness said...

The pain of those shells cracking open told so beautifully here! The lines below were particularly poignant and spoke deeply to me!

'comes the light of a new day
in the land of the living
the dawn breaks
like the shell of the egg
the morning slides out
whisked into another page
white before me
all possibilities are here'

brudberg said...

I really love how you use the snow on the mesa to paint your story of loss... 2 years is a short time.

Sanaa Rizvi said...

Very moving. Touched my heart and soul..!

Susan said...

Love this:
"the dawn breaks like the shell of the egg the morning slides out
whisked into another page white before me all possibilities are here"

What an image! It is a fine truth for many of us--but "whose truth" is still a good question, no matter how honest and present we are.

after-the-accident said...

Wonderfully accomplished Annell, especially morning breaking open like an egg to whisk that white page just waiting to be filled. And each color and word you choose to fill it become nurture to those of us who would listen.

Thank you,
Elizabeth

Mary said...

So very true that truth really is relative. One person's truth is not the others. I think it takes a bit of living for each of us to learn that truth is NOT cast in stone.

Georgia Koch said...

So moving ... and profound ... and the snow continues ...

Gemma Wiseman said...

Loved all those fragments that drifted you into your own truth. A visually dramatic poem.

Jae Rose said...

This was like a story hatching from an egg - at once sad but also full of grace - as are you..

Toni Spencer said...

The snow continues...very true, in all kinds of ways

Toni Spencer said...

The snow continues...very true, in all kinds of ways

rudraprayaga said...

Correct what is true for one may not be true for another.Nicely worded.

veronica said...

This is quite a journey. At first I was nervous about the layout but I read it through again and then another time. There are some lovely images and moving moments. Lovely.