Sunday, January 27, 2019

Together We aare One/ the sunday whirl -- poets united poets pantry

Together We are One

Like the pot that holds dinner
I am made of clay
Not by chance
Rather on purpose

What is that purpose I ask
Why would I be made of the same substance
As the mouse
That hides behind the refrigerator

The story goes
I am not separate but
Am one with all that is
I emerge from the puddle

Of my own confusion
I hear the beating of the drums
I feel for my pulse
And find the sound of the beating 

Is the sound of my own heart
Beating together with the pulse of the world
Round the house 
The children are playing

Red Rover, Red Rover
Won’t you to come over
The rusty hinge on the door
Complains as it opens and shuts

I stand wrapped in chains
That clink on the deck
The vents are so small
It is hard to breath

Standing in my stall
I hope someone comes
To care for me
To brush me

To fill my water bowl
To feed me
Knowing that I am he and he is me
Together we are one

January 27, 2019








Wordle  #388:      vents, chain, stalls

Clay, chance, purpose, mouse, story

22 comments:

brudberg said...

This has a strong sense of connection with the world...

I feel like the roots of a tree more than its boughs.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I think this is my all time favourite of yours, Annell......we are all connected, if only more people understood that. I especially like that you captured the horse in the stall, waiting for someone to come and be with him.......horses are very social creatures. Like dogs, they need human connection.

Rommy said...

Those sparks that connect us to our fellow living creatures are there, but we must slow down to appreciate them.

Sanaa Rizvi said...

I agree❤️ if only we understood the importance of unity and peace .. we are connected somehow and I believe one day everything will fall into place. Beautifully penned, Annell!❤️

Magaly Guerrero said...

Together, we are so much more... a never-ending story.

Colleen Looseleaf said...

And we are one together! The Beatles. I especially like the Red Rover stanza.

Vicki said...

Beautiful write, Annell.

Kim M. Russell said...

Poweful lines, Annell:
‘I am made of clay
Not by chance
Rather on purpose’
and
I emerge from the puddle
Of my own confusion’.
The final stanza reminded me of The Beatles too.

Mary said...

Thinking of ourselves as one with other creatures is a positive thing - even the hiding mouse is a living being.

Lona Gynt said...

We are altogether all together. Nice and men. Truly this.

ZQ said...

Makes perfect sense, to me.
I did cringe a little (at my age) with
"The rusty hinge on the door
Complains as it opens and shuts...
All was good but those lines were superb to me.
ZQ

Gillena Cox said...

Yes the confusion is ours as we grow and mature loosing our Red Rover innocence, yet the connection is there we just have to think deeply to regain it.
Happy Sunday Annell


thanks for dropping by my sumie Sunday today

much love...

Susan said...

Wonderful! oh the confusion---the LOVE. "Beating together with the pulse of the world"--and at each nano second so many details exist. I love your choices in this piece: the mouse, puddle of confusion, drum, rusty hinge, red rove, and then, I think, a horse? Marvelous.

Vivian Zems said...

A lovely peace...and yes, the heart beat and pulse resonates strongly.

Vivian Zems said...

*A lovely piece*

KB said...

We are all connected in some way. Enjoyed this one.

Wendy Bourke said...

The word weaving in this is fantastic - almost like little bursts of stream-of-consciousness (mouse, rusty hinge, red rover) that connect so impactfully.

SuyashJ said...

That is some Jungian super consciousness right there. Well done

Thotpurge said...

This is so well done...I emerge from the puddle

Of my own confusion...

love that eventual reasoning of existential unity.

Dwight L. Roth said...

Oh, I love this one! Such a great thread you weave.... you channeled Mary Oliver with this one!

purplepeninportland.com said...

"emerging from the puddle/of m own confusion" - Great line, Annell. This poem made me feel the connection to all beings and animals in this world.

Sarah Russell said...

“...I am not separate but
Am one with all that is...”

It is so easy to forget this and what it truly means. A wonderful poem, Annell.

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