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Thursday, January 27, 2011
Thursday January 27, 2011 A River of Stones/ Poets United/ Magpie Tales
A Small Stone#27
Holding the old
Journal, tattered and torn
Written in your Grandmother's
Hand, 1868
Spoke across time
Of days gone bye
Her time to mine
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Poets United prompt: #33 Fire
FIRE
Red, orange, and white
Fire is a coin
With two sides
Burns
Hurts,
Destroys
Feared
And yet....
Warms
Cooks
Sets hearts ablaze
Fire across the prairie
Flames lapping with the wind
Howling like a banshee,
Hooves touch lightly in flight
Wild fire was first recorded
around 420 million years ago.
Smoke rises
Wafts messages
To spirit world
Burns earth into vessels
Fire transforms
In a darker time
"A great way to rid
Oneself of witches,
Gypsies and fags,"
A few live coals,
Breathed into flames
A coin with two sides.
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Magpie #50
Plan "B"
I'm not sure
I could advise
Others to follow
A mysterious arrow
But it seems to me
When an arrow appears
From nowhere
It probably is
The Universe speaking.
Stop, look and listen
Make a choice
Based on the heart,
An adventure unexpected
In a winter landscape
Take the bread
From your pocket
Drop some crumbs
To mark the trail
Just in case
You don't like it.
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20 comments:
Good advice, especially when the response comes from deep within, as you said, from the heart.
Elizabeth
if an arrow appears in the air in front of me i am def following it...
I love this one ..... those plan B's ..... why even have a plan A? Skip to the good stuff!!! I love the child like wonder in the lines:
Take the bread
From your pocket
Drop some crumbs
To mark the trail
Just in case
You don't like it.
Beautiful!
Yes Annell the universe speaking....it is always up to us to listen and decide whether we should follow...I am glad you marked the trail...nice Magpie....bkm
Love your response to the prompt. Can the universe lead us wrong? Even if we're not too crazy about the path once we're on it, chances are good we'll come upon another arrow...
WOW!!!!!! I LOVE this one! The universe speaking, an unexpected adventure, and leaving a trail of crumbs as Plan B. Way cool, Annell!
Thank you - strong poems. Authentic.
I love when the Universe speaks. I try to listen.
Love your stone about your grandmother's journal. I have a scrapbook of my grandma's, a wealth of treasures. Your poem about fire is inspired. Love the various ways you write of it. I love especially "fire transforms".
Your fire poem is awesome Annell.
Pamela
This is good and very clever.
"..When an arrow appears/From nowhere/It probably is/The Universe speaking..." Can't fault that logic, nor that in the second stanza. Charming and true writing.
and you have spoken as well...these are powerful poems Annell! :-)
you have a gem here Annell...yes the universe speaking...always
I am thinking of fire and its transformative power. Your words are like fire in this way.
Fire poem paints the 2 sided coin, the beauty and
despair of it's charm and pain. I love how you wove this~
Love this. Never leave home without crumbs, just in case.
I really enjoyed all three but absolutely loved your magpie! Wonderful. :-)
This is awesome. I'll put sme breadcrumbs in my purse right away and look forward to having an arrow appear in front of me someday. :o)
Rhyme Me a Smile
Fire is indeed a coin with two sides. Well expressed poem. I was late with my poem, but better late than never!
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