I
Whippoorwill Well
There is, in the warble of the bluebird, glad
promise of returning spring; and in the animated
whistle of the phoebe reiteration of the earlier
promise; but the whippoorwill tells of that
delightful season realized. His is not a complaint
groaned forth, but a glad announcement of joy fully
come.
songs on skin in autumn's wind
you sing to me ...
your whistles whet sensations
the brisk south western
walls around us
swirls us into its core of saturated slurs
carry me towards season's warble
Love
where we become a soft subside
in eternal silence
where eyes bleed
their depths
into skies
yes
where we become a soft subside
in the whirlpool-well
of the whippoorwill
II
Wash
Oh! This lovely aquarelle of sweet memories:
transparent to each other, open, sacred
water-colours of contented dusks, softly meshed
by the wash of waves; thinned oils turned to light
that slowly drench us
Yes, in the wing-wash of life
we became healed by chants of beautiful
beginnings: purified, revealed and recovered
gems of our core ...
Love!
To be weathered in our last moments; gentle
in song and in harmony of knowing; layers
of skin's sorrow, eroded
to let us stand as one shiver in purity
cleansed and white:
white
as
snow
in quivers of togetherness
forever ...
III
You do not Speak, but burn in Skin
You do not speak in aspen syllables
tongue's tremor
lisps low or liquid articulations
of open vocalic passion staged
or wild fire
and water rampant
in rip-roar rage
But:
held closely without arms
You are a radiant receptive hush
a warmth of blush
on skin your holy
repose brings quietude of Aye
Sweet breath true blood in vein
flute keystone pillar span
in heat in stormy rain
You are Faith's protection
hope in worlds insane
truth light love against blows in victories
already sealed
You send music musings man
In sorrow's sad half-seen
wings whisper Angel
in Hymns
to Him
Author notes
http://www.birdnature.com/jan1899/whippoorwill.html
*In poem I the word *walls* is used as a verb.
*The italized words as introduction, should be in a much smaller font -- at least a 9 -- but, because I am not a gold member, I do not have the ability to implement font sizes -- LOL "gold for full and rich editing".
A contest entry
- Skin by Heart Sutra.
1000 points, ended May 6, 2008, 41 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I really enjoyed reading these poems Myra.
Beautifully done!
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A walk around the garden of your mind. Thanks for the tour.
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Very nice ...
and very nicely done. Good luck in the contest.
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Oh my! This is a massive effort in beauty and imagery. Tour metaphors are vivid and well penner and the flow is like silk. Well done!
Love,
Amera♥
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With each your metaphors are perfect, reflecting an enhanced reality more clear than reality itself.
Stunning, and beautifully realized with such obvious care. Each word has been chosen to add just the right shade of meaning. Excellent.
CaliOkie.
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reality chosen
reality chosen not of mind so wished
but of the truth
not can be denied -
I must say this is one of your finest pieces, polished in myrr essence of tear beauty from glory and purity. It starts so simple with the bird and the song and builds in complexity till the tears come and ends with faith and love just as it should. I am so proud of you.
I can see the Angel so well you describe here.
Tamara
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Myra -
this is an absolutely beautiful collection of poems here.
Very earthy & such a beautiful tone of voice & mood to all three. The only suggestion I have would be to space the three poems out a bit, I was sort of confused at first differentiating between them
love this...all the best you in Zayra's contest..
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i might sit and quietly chant now, of beautiful beginnings and maybe the birdsong here will gently rise over my voice. a good trilogy.
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Amazing collection, the metaphor in each is soft and gentle like a breath on skin. Lovely dear poet and the warble of a song is gently heard in each. Love, C
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