In Scotland's highlands
Lives a compulsive weaver
Weaving stone undulations across the world
Bracken into breath taking light and dark circles
That shadows and season change perception
Descend into the unknown earth
Swallowed by the heather
Grape leaves pinned with thorn into spiral
Pond eel that escapes into rocky stream
The current's path painted green meander
Gathers threads of discarded wool among
Sheep of arcane power and traces millennial boundaries
Sunlight lighting woolen margins of disheveled walls
Melts icicles in his mouth to refreeze
undulations on driftwood roots
That the dawning sun spotlights and destroys
All the work that made it seem effortless
Obsessive thoughts that hover on the brink
Creativity braided with calamity and uncertainty
Like the blending waters of the river meeting sea
Finding what we have been blind to, but was always there
Love hidden in stone wombs for safe keeping, given to the sea
Covered by the tide; gone, but still strong contact
A gift made more beautiful than could have been
Imagined
Author notes
Based on the DVD "Rivers and Tides" Andy Goldsworthy.
My best gift I can give you poet friends, is to encourage you to watch this amazing work of art, and humanity http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3TWBSMc47bw a small example!4minutes
A contest entry
- Weaving by CarolDesjarlais.
600 points, ended May 25, 2008, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Tapestry ( PIF) by Freed by Mercy.
900 points, ended August 16, 2008, 13 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - My Heart's in the Highlands by Aerlynne.
450 points, ended September 2, 2008, 14 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - I Want New Favorites!!! by Paloszoo.
800 points, ended March 22, 55 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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The imagery is phenomenal in this beautiful write. I enjoyed the read! Thanks for entering my contest! Good luck! I'm honored to have you show your work here!
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i read the poem before viewing the videos and i think the poem stands on its own although it describes the artist and his work nicely.
much lovely imagery here.
my favorite part:
"Grape leaves pinned with thorn into spiral
Pond eel that escapes into rocky stream
The current's path painted green meander" - i especially enjoyed the imagery and ambiguity of this before i knew exactly what it was you were talking about. -
Good write.
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Beautiful! I'm quite a fan of natural water sources. They are the epitome of beauty to me, and you paint them so well!
Thank you for entering, and best of luck!
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Thanks you so much for shedding light on this artist. This poem mad absolutely no sense to me until I watched the video, then another, then another. He's a poet using sticks and stones, brambles,thorns; he weaves nature as we weave words.
Thank you for this excellent write, and the link to this artist. It was comforting to me to watch him work.
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I love poetry that links to art. Thank you for bringing this to my attention.
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Outstanding!
You were right, I did enjoy this! A very well done poem you've created here. There are so many parts that just jumped out at me, clamoring for my attention. Here are a few:
"Gathers threads of discarded wool among
Sheep of arcane power" - (kind of worried about the sheep's arcane powers...
nice image)
"Creativity braided with calamity and uncertainty"
- Love the alliteration in this line.
"Love hidden in stone wombs for safe keeping" - this line is amazing, such an incongruous image, love it.
Thanks for sharing. Keep your pen to the page!
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I heard "Iron weaver" last week. thot you would like.
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You have some very nice words in here, i love the obsessive thoughts that hover on the brink, and of course those stone wombs...such an excellent contradiction. Great work. sj
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"Love hidden ins tone wombs..." wow, wow, wow.....I lvoe the celtic feel of honoring ancient wisdoms in this poem. Ty so much for sharing it.
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A how wondrous a write ...
and how faithful the obedience to listen to your inner Muse, who is Sacred.
I loved this.
I too wrote a poem on being entrapped in the wickedness of weave ...
Please read my IN SILENCE I BECOME.
Love to you, precious Soul, and thank you for reading my work.
WELCOME BACK.
Myra
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