Sunday’s Whirligig #112
THE PLACE OF THE RED WILLOWS
today the red willows dance along the river move in the wind
i hear their songs back and forth back and forth
call and response cleanse the soul i stand lonely
waiting the hem of my skirt wet i remember
another time before the thief stole my heart
i no longer beg for your love i dial a number it is not yours’
wrong number confused i rest in the shade of a large tree
at the river’s edge i am an insomniac hard to find the rest i need
i am the defender of my own castle my sword polished reflects the sun
i seek an advanced degree life a college the lessons can be difficult
May 21, 2017
The Sunday Whirl #300
IN SEARCH OF HAPPINESS
your message seemed
stilted cryptic only
three lines
no trace of you no clues i am left to wonder
we sang the chants call and response first your
beautiful voice
then our response the words unfamiliar you fingered the
no trace of you no clues i am left to wonder
we sang the chants call and response first your
beautiful voice
then our response the words unfamiliar you fingered the
scarf
straighten it the color a
flaming red you run your
fingers
along the edge
we traveled together into a world of happiness not the
flimsy kind
but a durable happiness it was a trip to remember your
face lights up with your smile
it is a journey from which you never tire in the end
there is a promise of sunshine
along the edge
we traveled together into a world of happiness not the
flimsy kind
but a durable happiness it was a trip to remember your
face lights up with your smile
it is a journey from which you never tire in the end
there is a promise of sunshine
May 21, 2017
12 comments:
How I love your red willows poem. I can see the branches, dancing in the sun. Feel the confusion of the wrong number. I especially love the remembering of another time "before the thief stole my heart." I know that feeling well.
I love the "durable happiness' in the second poem. A gift.
One cannot get an advanced degree in life without those difficult lessons, unfortunately!
Love where you started with the red willow... at this time of year the willow are alive and shred their cotton (at least here)... It's a bit like an early fall.
So many ways to read this, up down and across, call and response. Standing lonely in the river with hem of your skirt wet sands out for me.
Ah, life's lessons, in retrospect, were important stepping stones.
I love both these pieces. The nuanced details are so beautifully expressed. 'The Place of the Red Willows' is intimate and visceral and really evokes the process of a deep inward search. And 'In Search of Happiness', as well, the details are exquisite. Wonderfully rendered work.
A vivid reflection on thoughts and feelings. I also really like the wet hem of the skirt.
Elizabeth
Happineness is so fleeting we must grasp hold of it and try not to let go when we do.
These are both lovely. I love how you weave words and sentences to create a combination of wisdom. I like happiness with the promise of sunshine. Beautiful.
May there always be sunshine and summer in your soul xo
This is so incredibly vivid and poignant!
Hopefully we will all find that sunshine we seek on our journeys, & we will not dial too many wrong numbers in our lives.
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