We Write Poems Prompt: Miracle
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The Sunday Whirl #140
Writer's Digest Prompt: Write an antique poem.
Words of a painter about art, painting and other thoughts about life, death and things that get in the way. I began my blog 2010.
The universe is a magical place and the more I study the more amazing and inexplicable it all seems. The second poem really tugs at the heart strings
I too like living in a world of miracles! What a wondrous write your poem for "We Write Poems" is---a miracle! ;)
A Wordle Whiff of Christmas
Read "Miracles" first and I it resonanted deeply - I enjoy living in a world of "miracles" in what I often write of as this "spinning blue marble that we all share" .. Your second ahhh "The Perfect Pair" the image of "I cover my head with a black shawl....I am but a shadow...An angel walks with me now.." perfectly articulates pain that is often inexpressible. Wonderful work! :)
The Perfect Pair is a lovely poem, rich and visual.
Fine writes you've share. The Perfect Pair is a beautiful poem. If we couple, we will eventually uncouple.
Miracles speaks to me. Magic is the unknown, I love the whirl, piece, too. Especially "I am but a shadow," following the image of the shawl.
I really like your miracle poem! Maybe not having all the answers is what keeps us going. Your wordle - "I am but a shadow" - so sad, beautifully worded.
It all happens without explanation rhyme or reason..perhaps we wouldn't survive if we knew why..looking up, daydreaming, creating that is the miracle..the rest feels so far away but painfully close.. x
I like how you've used the last few lines of each stanza as a refrain.
As much as I am into finding out what's "behind the curtain" I do believe that some things have a magical, mystical quality which can be spoiled by too much analysis...the trick is balancing between wanting to know and dissecting everything to death. Thank you for reminding me of this.
-Nicole
i believe in miracles still...there are questions i dont think we will ever know the answer to as well...and sometimes we just need to let mystery be mystery...
We may ruin our lives worrying about where we came from and why. Better by far to look around, enjoy the experience and give thanks for the wonder of life. For those that want to dig, fine. Me? I will just enjoy the view and write about it.
Miracles may be elusive. But believing in one is a hopeful desire. And when it happens it is mostly something desired and valued. Great multiples annell. Love them!
Hank
In your first poem your last stanza resonates with me especially. Beautiful work here, Annell!
There is something to be said for not knowing how something works...
I enjoyed your wordle too.
Holiday wishes and the best New Year - Cheers, Jules
What a wonder you are! A feast of words and meaning. Love the magic in miracles. The perfect pair is incredibly sensitive and honest. And the last is strong with memory of Christmas past. Wonderful Annell,
Elizabeth
Your miracle poem resonated deeply with me Annell, thank you. I too appreciate dwelling in the mystery, opening to awe.
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Christmas around the corner
Just out of sight
Snow covers the ground
Outside
The horse and
Sleigh await
Make the
Neighborhood rounds
Singing carols
Sip a bit
Santa’s on his way
Mom and Day
Up late
Sparkly tree
Pretty presents
For everyone
Mama killed a chicken
Stuffed it with dressing
Children tucked in bed
Just a memory
Of long ago
Or maybe
Never