I know the sound of quiet braided
in fine hair rising to scent of pine
and musky warmth of Spanish Moss
dripping gracefully over old arms
of cedar grandmothers ~
Grandmothers, who are trailing
their raggedy stories behind them
in slowest march to heaven, I have seen ~
I have heard voices in the ground,
when I, prostrated in sorrow
amidst crisp leaves and sea-soaked sand
and felt a kiss of stories snapping and lapping
on thin-skin of tenderness in goodbye ~
Goodbyes; crackling as bitterly as red-flung leaves
Refusing to lie graciously;
sharp as clam shell broken
in wrath of ebb and flow of natural tides
and grinding in its gruesome emptiness~
Emptiness as deep as unfathomable lake,
open-mouthed and inviting
in its slur and spur to have us dive and join
a thousand lost Rocky Mountain tales
of woe, dear god, of worry so loud
sky sinks to hold us back
until we have found our own song
to hum against plaits of a reborn woman.
Author notes
Prompt:
" Life As We See It: Wind Poem "
http://allpoetry.com/poem/2485777
Trading Stories with the Wind - written by an amazing poetess Annalise http://allpoetry.com/Annalise
jpg - Sun-Through-The-Cloudsvel millar
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- Gold Poetry • next in list
- My Favorite AP Poets • next in list
A contest entry
- One Poet A Week...A Series [This Week features Annalise] by poet2angels.
750 points, ended January 12, 2008, 7 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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I'm soory for the late comment, i usually read all the winners of contest I enter as soon as they have finished.
I have to say this is one of the most beautifully written piece I have ever read, it has a serene sadness that doesn't hit you over the head, but creeps into you as you read. Such wonderful imagery worthy of many sighs as I read .. All in all well worthy of the gold placing.
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a wonderful spiritual quality here and such a depth of understanding the emotions that rise up like storms within us... excellent...PK
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ty, pk. May that storm move us to make change.
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"I have heard voices in the ground,
when I, prostrated in sorrow
amidst crisp leaves and sea-soaked sand
and felt a kiss of stories snapping and lapping
on thin-skin of tenderness in goodbye ~"
Sighhh...Such magnificence. Such tenderness. Good luck in Lynda's contest, my Sister. Wanda
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ty, gf....it takes suffering in some way, to be able to know what we know.
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If you don't mind, I'd like to send this poem to my father. I think he would really like this.
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I hope you did send it...
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Oh, wow!
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This is beautiful!
So filled with Earthy thoughts of growth and love of life..
"have heard voices in the ground,
when I, prostrated in sorrow
amidst crisp leaves and sea-soaked sand
and felt a kiss of stories snapping and lapping
on thin-skin of tenderness in goodbye ~"
I just love this! I love how you were inspired by an amazing poem to write another amazing one!
Lynda
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The reason I love ap so much is the inspiration in so many different voices. Ty for the gold, friend.
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This is lovely... made me think of the book by Clarissa Pinkola Estes of finding the "wild woman" in us again... timeless, deep, soulful... this one travels far on the wind.
~ Nicolette
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I lvoe the study of that book. It spoke to something ancient in me....and that ancient arose.
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Such is the wondrous desert scourge of higher mountain ache for calling...only you can penitrate the senses with such an earthen tale of evolution...love this one pen-friend...
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ty kaibab. I have msised you while you were out and about.
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Colors and words in perfect harmony. Sublime.
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ty, tireseus. I have been kept away for a bit, but am beginnign to feel better and so I will return and make use of the inspiration you put to pen.
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