The Sunday Whirl
Wordle 240
Enough, kiss,
threat, run, dream, scarlet, jump, touch, group, mist, bell, cross
Dream Scene on the
Mesa
i am enough no
more no less
late
afternoon grey on the mountain
in the
snow appears the white buffalo sacred to native people
the wind howls the
mood melancholy again this morning
all is grey a
yellow glow above the mountain the ringing of the bell
from the church
tower sounds across the mesa the air is crisp and dry
this land is
ancient old the scene
like a
dream sunday morning a group of people
young and
old dressed in scarlet carry a large cross
the children run to
keep up throw kisses to the animals in the fields
there is no threat in this dream scene hard edged crystal clear
February 28, 2016
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Sunday's Whirligig
Whirligig #48
Bathed, troubles,
crevices, squirt, stones, ask, morning, seeds, fiery, spray, reeling,
hose
The Morning
(Mourning) Begins
the morning,
(mourning) begins a new day bathed, shaved
dressed to the
“t” the sun rises to find the same
troubles, bubbles
and muddles i slip my hand into the crevices to find the lazy snake
who sleeps
there he asks who disturbs his sleep
one eye closed his
fiery tongue flicking in and out it is only me
i answer i gather
stones place them next to my ear
and listen to
their wise words for they have lived long
sung songs seen
much know more
carry the marks of
the fire sometimes their words send me reeling
the seeds of wisdom are planted there the phone rings
as when we were
children the phone is a hose strung between two cans
the voice i hear is your's in dreams you return to me
February 28,
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14 comments:
Soo profound! Both poems are in equal harmony with one another.
I can really see that scene on the mesa. I can see in my mind the transition between past and present....a beautiful flow in this poem.
How I love the dreamy description of the mesa....you take us there, and we can see it so clearly. Sigh. Very beautiful. I love the reference to the white buffalo.
Your second poem is fantastic! I can see the snake's tongue, flicking in and out...love listening to the stones who "have lived long...sing songs....have seen much"........wow! I love "the seeds of wisdom are planted there". Then the nostalgic reference to the tin can phone and the poignancy of "in dreams you return to me." Sigh. Beautiful work, Annell....and sad.
The scene of the mesa... such a special place I only saw in passing many years ago so it's like your words...
The second poem dives deep into mythology for me, the snake is so much more than just a serpent...
Love your mixture of dream, myth, and reality. It flows and transports your reader with each word.
Elizabeth
There is such a weaving of a mythical quality in both of these pieces....rich with symbolism and profound emotion. I feel them both down deep.
Although both poems appear personal they resonate with past memories and grief which is so palpable to the reader.
both the poems have some amazing scenes in them painted perfectly. ..." listen to their wise words for they have lived long" the line is wisdom itself...
Both beautiful, haunting; perfect blend of descriptions and emotions. Your writing always touches my heart.
Crisp dreams are the very best..and how each morning seems to present the same 'troubles, bubbles and muddles' - like all great wisdom and knowing i like the wit and sense of listening in this piece particularly xo
The morning begins with touch and stones that carry memories ... this feels serene despite the mourning, but the memory of the telephone nearly made me cry. If only it still felt that way for me. Some relationships have changed too much. Wonderful poem, thank you.
I thought I'd left a comment but I think I pressed sign out instead of publish so here I go again. I wanted to say that I found both of these poems poignant and profound. And that I love your use of white space which I find both effective and affecting. The work is very fine.
http://soundofthewordnight.blogspot.ca/2016/02/under-threat-of-dreams.html
Well done!
ZQ
I love the sacredness of your words!
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