THE SUNDAY WHIRL:
THE ORIGINS OF STORIES
where do stories begin what are their origins in darkness and shadows
the cave of dreams in the thin light of morning difficult to remember
(put back together) or shall we dig in the ashes after the fire has burned itself out
(put back together) or shall we dig in the ashes after the fire has burned itself out
cold and lonely use ash to create words make pictures
or count the rings of a tree or its’ limbs each one a story to tell
born of spirit as well as material body do we carry stories
folded in each tiny cell or…are the origins found in rain as it falls from the roof
one drop at a time imitating the beat of the heart the punch line
each drop touch-lands on the surface of the water rings radiate out
each one bigger than the last suddenly the story snaps into place with a spirit of its’ own
May 6, 2017
SUNDAY’S WHIRLIGIG:
PARCHED BY THE SUN
spring finds clover
and milkweed up to my knees
butterflies flutter the
sun warm on my skin tiny red lady bugs
crawl over green leaves the drifts of snow melted nothing old
all is new tulips
flare in the garden red,
yellow and pink
their time glorious but brief for us the same
it is may the
month of your birth all
things perish
even now the
tulips once bright are beginning to fade
in memory i
gaze into your eyes see the
boy you were
will always be you smile back at me point to my heart
and to your own the
once fresh air grows thick sun
begins to parch
May 5, 2017
12 comments:
Luv the contemplation on the origin of stories
Have a good Sunday
Much love...
Beautifully emotive ❤️
I love how we each are jam packed with stories. I especially love the love and tenderness in the second poem. A beautiful memory, him pointing to your heart and his own. A gift.
excellent.
I like to contemplate the origin of stories. Your words draw fine pictures.
Good Grief, I think I found the code, the pattern... each indented verse needs to be read down first before going to the next indented verse. And then of course if you just want to see the cloth and its many colors, you just read it across, without detail.
Annell, I have no notion if this is your intent but it was incredible to read that way, for me.
You are an incredible writer.
ZQ
Beautifully done!
I think the two pieces are a whole, the one leading to the other and then reflecting back again. Love your style...
Elizabeth
As ever your wisdom and faith in the world shines through in these poems
Love the origin of stories. I think the format is perfect for the motif, for they begin everywhere... and when we get to what looks like the end, we can look back and realized that we can't be quite sure of hour it all started... but what really matters is that they are...
Both poems are so lovely. The first has wonderful thoughts about the origin of stories - they make us human. The second touches my heart and i know it comes straight from yours.
These pieces are both very special. The first one, I found, really pulled me along ... it spoke to me. The second one, I found: very evocative ~ Lovely ~
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